Chapter Fourty One

Which he did, with a speed that almost swept her off her feet. Pressed to another male body—a very different male body— Katherine struggled against the flood of excitement it stirred, a rebellious sense of pride insisting that she shouldn't surrender to it willy nilly.

"You didn't ask my permission," she tired at him, her eyes defying his arrogance in assuming he could keep her waiting for hours and still do whatever he wanted with her.

"No, I didn't." He returned her challenge with blistering mockery. "You can reject me if you want to."

Katherine burned. From head to toe she burned with the need to be with him. But she was also very angry with him.

"How have you been?" she asked, moving to less contentious ground and being deliberately bland so he wouldn't know her whole body was a quiver from being in contact with his again.

"Very good. Work has been good" he answered, his chin tilting belligerent