Arabella

My lips curled into a mischievous grin. “No,” I whispered.

His eyes widened in surprise, he hadn’t expected that response.

I bit down on my lower lip. “Frankly, I don’t think I owe you anything.”

He grabbed my upper arm, pulling me close. “You don’t believe that, Arabella,” he murmured near my ear. Goosebumps spread over my skin as I shuddered. “I think we’re past pretending we don’t need each other. Don’t you think so?”

Need… I strained. “Interesting choice of word.”

He gripped my jaw, our lips only inches apart. “Yes, Bella. Need,” he said. “That’s the only reason you’re in a limousine, on your way to your...