The man's slightly coarse fingers brushed against the dark green satin.
With just a little more pressure, he could grasp the slender waist beneath the fabric.
The quiet patter of rain tapped against the window. A screen, not yet turned off, cast a faint glow, shrouding everything in the corners of the room.
Zoe Pierce's curled lashes fluttered nervously. Her palm rested on the nape of his neck, where she could feel the steady beat of Chase Shaw's pulse.
Her liquid eyes wavered for a moment before she tightened her grip on his shirt. "Do as you wish."
It was as if she had personally unlocked a wild beast's cage. The man's breath immediately deepened, and the large hand that had been resting lightly on her waist suddenly clenched tight.
Her slender waist, small enough to be encircled by a single hand, was now completely in his grasp.
Chase Shaw hadn't planned on doing anything. 'All I want is fairness,' he thought. 'And maybe… just a little something more.'
