Page 31 of Auctioned to the Devil

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m angry.”

“Sure.”

Her eyes flick to my mouth.

Once.

Fast.

Still counts.

I lean down enough to make her breathing hitch.

“Pack your bag, Emily.”

She swallows. “Stop ordering me around.”

“Stop liking it.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.”

For three seconds, neither of us moves.

The wind pounds the side of the lodge.

Then she shoves past me.

“Where are you going?”

“To pack.”

I smile.

“Good girl.”

She stops dead in the hallway.

Slowly turns.

The look she gives me should probably kill me.

Instead it goes straight to my dick.

“Say that again,” she warns.

I hold her gaze.

“Get your bag.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She disappears upstairs.

I laugh under my breath.