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“Exactly what I said.” He raises a dark brow at me. “Now answer the question.”
I don’t know what to do. I wring my hands under the cover of the table. I stare at my empty plate. They must wear gloves when they set the table. There’s not a single fingerprint on the porcelain.
He lifts his hand in the air, snapping his fingers. His staff skitters from the dining room like bugs when you turn a light on. It’s just us. I’m suddenly very much alone with him. No one to save me.
His hand moves under the table, resting on my knee. I want to push it away. He creeps further up my thigh, slipping over the silky material of my gown.
Instinct tells me right where he’s headed.
He’s going to try to use my body to draw the truth from me. Heat and warmth flow to my pussy. I press my thighs together, not only to block the impending attack but to stop the wetness that threatens to ruin my silk panties.
“I was swimming,” I say.
“I know.” His tone escalates, his words coming faster. “And so far out. For much longer than was safe. You could have gotten a cramp, tired out—” He stops talking, composing himself before he speaks again. “But why toward the docks.” Strong fingers move higher up my leg. “That’s what I want to know.”
He’s pushing apart my thighs with one hand. I’m not stopping him. Why am I not stopping him? It feels so good, and I hate myself for letting him touch me. He’s grabbing the wood frame of my chair with his other hand, dragging the chair and me across the floor, closer to him. He’s grabbing the hem of my gown, lifting it up my leg.
Something in me snaps as his fingertips brush the bare skin of my calf.
“Don’t,” I say, finally pushing his hand away. “Stop.”
The look of a devil flashes in his gaze. Pure hatred and anger. “Don’t stop? Is that what you said?”
Anger boils inside me.
He heard me, clearly.
Then ignored me.
Just like Mom did when I told her I didn’t want to do pageants anymore. She signed me up for the Junior Miss the very next day. Just like Patrick on my birthday when I finally got up the guts to tell him I wanted to get dressed up, have him take me out to a restaurant in the city. He ordered salads to eat in, walking by himself to the place on the corner to pick them up.
And him.
Damian.
He’s the worst of all of them.
Knowing what I was doing the whole time and pretending he didn’t. It’s time for doormat Lindsey to be dead and gone. My voice will be heard.
I make my words clear, my tone severe. “I said no.” I can feel the anger, the heat, radiate over my face.
He pulls away like he’s touched a hot stove.
Good. I’ll burn down his whole world if I get the chance. I take my napkin from my lap. Place it on the empty plate. Stand from the table.
“If you’ll excuse me. I’ve lost my appetite.” I turn on my heel, leaving without giving him a second glance.
I’m leaving.
Tonight.
sixteen
Damian
Igive her five minutes, watching the seconds tick away on my thick silver watch. I stand from my seat. Shrug out of my suit jacket. Fold it carefully over the back of my dining chair. Slip a cuff link from the right wrist of my shirt. Fold the crisp material up to my elbow. I do the same on the left.
I move toward the stairs. Place a hand on the cool, polished wood of the curved railing. Move up the stairs. Slowly. Letting my anger mount as I rise higher. As I grow closer.
