Lose Control by Donina Lynn Page A

reply, she leaned
in as if she was about to share a secret only the two of them should know. Her
lips skimmed the edge of his ear, taught nipples pressed against his chest, and
when she spoke again, her voice was nothing less than pure seduction. Breathy
and low. Sultry. “Because I liked it. It turns me on when you get rough. Don’t
be gentle, Myles. Spank me, fuck me, command me to get on my knees. I don’t
care what you do to me as long as you do something .
Please, Myles. I trust you.”  
    Trust. The word
flowed through his veins like ice water. How could she trust him when he didn’t
trust himself? The idea of hurting her, letting her down because she blindly
put her trust in him scared Myles enough that he wasn’t about to take the
chance. Gripping her waist, he lifted her off of his lap and said the only
command she was going to get from him. “Don’t.”

 
    Chapter
Seven
     
    Cassie pulled
some bottles of water out of the refrigerator and slammed the door in
frustration. Don’t. That’s what he’d
said right before he got out of the hot tub and walked away from her, yet
again.
    Don’t what?
Don’t touch him? Trust him? Don’t care for him? Yeah, well, it was too freaking
late for that, wasn’t it? She did like him. Entirely too much and way too
quickly, but the feelings were there all the same. And what did she get in
return? Myles rejecting her and pushing her away. Irony, much? Karma could be a
royal bitch, and right now she was thoroughly getting a taste of what it was
like for him all those years ago.
    Who did he think
he was kidding, though? She’d felt how much he wanted her. You couldn’t fake
that. He’d been rock hard and ready. But instead of letting go and enjoying it,
he shut himself down, turned his back on her, and barricaded himself in his
room. Ignoring her for the rest of the morning with their only communication being
some random text messages he’d sent with instructions for the meeting.
    Cassie had half of
a mind to march down the hallway and give him a piece of the other half. Make
him confront her about whatever was going on in that thick head of his. The
only thing stopping her from doing just that was her own stubborn pride. She
wasn’t going to let him see what he was doing to her, how pissed she was, how
much he had hurt her by not wanting her anymore. She’d be damned if she would
admit that to him. Hell, she didn’t want to admit it to herself.  
    What she did
need to do, however, was to get a grip and get it fast. They’d been together
one night. Granted, it was one mind-blowing night, but, nevertheless, they were
together only once. It was nothing more, nothing less. There hadn’t been any
promises or talk of anything other than their few days together, and if their
current situation was any indication, she was better off without him.
    Enough was
enough. Cassie had tried twice, unsuccessfully, to make him understand that
what he did and how he did it was exactly what she wanted. If he didn’t want to
listen and believe her, then that was his problem. He could hide away all he
wanted. The sooner the meeting was over with, the sooner she could leave—there
wasn’t a chance in hell she was spending one more day alone in the cabin with
him—and get away from him, too. Two could play that game.
    In the meantime,
if he wanted to push her away then he was going to get a full view of what he
was losing. She’d put on her shortest business skirt, highest heels, and a
low-cut fitted shirt. The outfit wasn’t exactly the most professional she
could’ve come up with, but it accentuated her legs, hugged her curves, and
showed off a good portion of skin, including a hefty amount in the chest area. She
looked good even if it was in more of a working a stripper pole instead of a
laptop sort of way. Let Myles suffer.
    The sound of a
throat clearing behind her got her attention. Turning around, Myles stood in
the doorway, arms folded over his chest. Disapproving eyes