I stood frozen in the bedroom doorway, my heart pounding a violent rhythm against my ribs as I stared at the figure casually lounging on the bed. Rhys Knight. In my bedroom.
"Surprised to see me?" he drawled, his dark eyes gleaming with something between amusement and malice. "Were you expecting someone else, perhaps?"
I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure. "What are you doing in my room?" My voice came out steadier than I expected, given how badly my hands were trembling.
"Just thought we could continue our little chat from the other night." He stood up in one fluid motion, like a predator uncoiling. "You ran off so quickly at the party."
I stepped back, reaching blindly for the doorknob behind me. "I have nothing to say to you."
As I turned to leave, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. In seconds, he had me pressed against the door, his body caging mine. The wood was cold against my back, but his proximity radiated heat that made it hard to think straight.
