36

Even the reminder of the cruel way he’d treated me after I’d been with Chris didn’t cause him to flinch. “You’d like that too much. Answer the question.”

“No.” I raised my chin defiantly. “I won’t give you anything else until you give me something.”

He let out a patronizing chuckle. “That’s not how this works, Emily.”

“Maybe it’s not how it worked before, but it’s how it’s working now.” Somewhat stunned by my own bravado, I barreled on before I had a chance to second-guess myself. “How long did you know that I knew Amber?”

He ticked his head dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. Did you fuck Joe Cook?”

Exasperated, I dropped my hands to my side. “It doesn’t matter to you, but it matters a whole hell of a lot to me. And, frankly, my question is much more relevant than whether or not I’ve gotten naked with Joe.”

“It’s relevant if I say it’s relevant.”

I rolled my eyes and started to stand, but Reeve sprang forward and stopped me. His hands gripped on both arms of the chair, he caged me in.