Chapter 22

I stared at the table with my mouth hanging open. I didn’t see Zachary move, but I felt the heat of his body behind me. I heard him whisper in my ear, “Whatever I want, baby girl.”

There was something dangerous in the tone of his voice, which made my heart pound ten times harder.

I watched him take the aim for the last striped ball on the table. He looked like a man on a mission, and I knew he was going to win this game. He stared at the target like a hawk keeping its eye on its prey.

He took a shot. It was lightning fast. I blinked, and the striped ball was gone into the pocket and the cue ball spinning in the center, in perfect alignment to the eight ball.

He walked behind me. I felt his hand brush my hip slightly as his hot breath tickled my ear. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I won’t do anything naughty… that you don’t want me to.”

Shit! The sound of his voice, the heat of his body, the feel of his breath against my skin—I felt my knees turn to jelly, and it felt like my body was m