Freya's POV
His question left me speechless and flustered. I spun around and marched away from him. "I don't care where you sleep. You could camp out on the sidewalk for all I care."
Mack caught up and grabbed my hand. "If you were there with me, I'd gladly sleep on the street or in a barn."
"Who said anything about sleeping anywhere with you!"
I yanked my hand away, but he stepped closer and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.
My pulse immediately went wild. That familiar scent hit me like a wall - pine and earth mixed with something distinctly masculine that made my knees weak.
Suddenly I couldn't form a single coherent protest.
I was learning that Mack Ben had layers. On the surface, he was all manners and refinement. But underneath that polished exterior was pure steel wrapped in velvet. When he chose to be commanding, resistance became impossible.
