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I felt the blood rush between my ears and I attempted to
hold back my growl.
“Say it again,” he calmly demanded, which pissed me off
even more. “Slowly this time.”
I took a deep breath before letting it out. I was trying so
hard not to punch this dude. "Listen, Coulter. You need to
back off, or I'm going to do something really bad.”
“Like what?” He was testing me, pushing and pushing –
waiting for what I’d do, or what I was capable of.
“I don't know. Maybe punch your dick so hard it'll
retreat back into your asshole. Have you ever heard of
personal space?”
My body was tight as a bowstring. He was too close to
me, so close I caught the scent of his cologne and
aftershave. He smelled clean and…
I didn’t like the way my body suddenly decided to
appreciate the way he looked or what he smelled like.
“Take a step back. Now,” I growled.
Maddox took a step forward, crowding into me and
forcing me against the wall. His blue eyes darkened and all
signs of mischief were suddenly gone. "I don't listen well to
demands. I think you know that already. I always do the
opposite. Did you, by any chance, want me closer?"
I brought my hands up and pushed against his chest, but
he wouldn’t budge.
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“You could be full of me. Time, date and address. You
choose, Sweet Cheeks,” he rasped in my ear, his lips
whispering over my skin.
What… the… hell?
A voice interrupted us before I could explode. “Next."
The lady at the end of the food line called again. “Next!”
Maddox pulled away, and I could finally breathe again. I
hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath or that my
heartbeats had been strangely irregular.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I wasn’t weak.