CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

His mouth hardened into a tight line at my insolence. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he placed his hand in the small of my back and marched me over to a padded leather bench.

“Drape yourself over that. Legs stay on the floor, shoulder width apart, and your arms should be stretched out in front of you.”

It was clear Mr. Nice Guy had left the building, though I wasn’t sure he had ever entered. James Leverett didn’t look like the type to play fair. He looked more like my type, but that didn’t mean I wanted to date him.

He had a ruthless air about him, and he struck me as one of those guys that wanted not only to win, but needed to.

I suspected he pushed the envelope in every direction and took no prisoners. He was exactly what I needed right now.

Obeying his orders, I pressed my naked body into the firm, cool leather and stretched out. I felt less naked like this, although the thought was absurd. When a band of leather circled my left ankle, I jumped.

He didn’t make a sound behind m