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He’d always struck me as a handsome villain. He had wicked good looks, with golden hair, ocean eyes, and a perpetual, darkly shadowed jaw. His coloring was interesting, eye-catching, with his brows a few shades darker than his hair. His features were even and sharp, with slanted eyes and a lush mouth. You couldn’t look at him without words like sinister or dastardly coming to mind.
Or maybe that was just me.
He was extremely tall, enough so that it was apparent when he was sitting down. If he stood, even in my killer heels he’d tower over me.
He was broad shouldered, muscular, but he was lean enough to pull off looking elegant in the ungodly expensive suits he wore on a regular basis.
Physically, he was just my type. I was a sucker for a sinister looking man.
Another thing that was all his fault.
“Dante,” I crooned with a smile when I reached him. “To what do I owe the honor of your disagreeable, unwelcome presence?”
He’d been looking down at his phone when I’d approached, and he sucked in a deep breath at the sound of my voice.
He held it there for a long moment before letting it out and waited another beat still before letting his ocean blue eyes travel up to meet mine.
Ah, sweet torture.
This was the part I dreaded the most.
When our eyes clashed, and everything, every horrible, wonderful, painful, ugly, beautiful, torturous, ruinous, gory bit of us came back to me.
It was bad enough when I didn’t have to look at him.
But when I did—exquisite torment, with a touch of pleasure so concentrated, so brutally pure it had ruined my life.
Broken my heart.
Eviscerated my soul. I’d scraped what was left of that pathetic soul out myself, sawed it into little pieces and left it somewhere far behind.
What you’re seeing is what was left.
“Hello, Scarlett,” he returned, in that beautiful voice of his that I utterly detested. It was the deepest timbre and compelling to an unusual degree.
Compelling to the point of controlling.
When it warmed, I warmed with it. When it cooled, I went cold.
His voice was a dirty trick.
An unfair weapon.
I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat just to disarm it.
Well, if I were honest, I wanted to choke him for numerous reasons. Several came to mind, not the least of which that the thought of it turned me on.
“How flattering that you’d deign to fly commercial just to ruin my day.” My tone dripped with venom.
“How flattering that you’d put on your favorite red lipstick just for me,” he returned with his own bloodthirsty smile.
Fuck.
Point to The Bastard. He must have gotten a glimpse of me before I’d applied it to notice the difference.
His eyes shot down to my feet and a ghost of a smile lingered on his lips. “And the shoes. I’m more than flattered. Your efforts never go unappreciated, angel.”
Another point.
