Chapter Nine - The Confrontation

When Julio finally left, Justin took his seat across Luna. He sat and stared at her for several seconds without saying a word. Luna stared right back at him, determined to not be the first one to break.

She knew Justin well enough to know that their little staring game was just that to Justin, a game. And he would take great pleasure in winning it over her.

Slowly, his gaze raked over Luna, just like hers had when he first came in. Tortuously, his eyes travelled from her head, down to her belly, where it dipped to her center.

Heat pooled there as Justin’s eyes came back to hers. His were darker and more dangerous as he stared deliberately into her eyes.

“Red had always been your color,” he finally said.

Luna’s pulse jumped, and scrambled at the intimacy of Justin’s low tone.

“I know,” she said, pleased to hear her voice coming out strong with no tremble. “I’m surprised you noticed though,” she added.

“I notice a lot more than you think,” Justin said, his gaze still fixed on