CHAPTER TWELVE

Margaret’s POV

Raymond pulled back and raised an eyebrow, ran a long finger across my collarbone, from one shoulder to the other. “Why the rush honey… What exactly are you offering?” I met those strangely backlit eyes that seemed so amused by everything around him. He looked normal, so sane for someone who followed me through a club and bluntly told me he wanted to touch me. Was it greedy to want it all? A career to die for, and a crazy moment here and there with these sex gods and my grand revenge plan to be accomplished?

“What’s wrong with rushing it? Do you want to go...