Chapter 10

M Kat y fingers twitch and my skin itches as I pull the covers up over my shoulders and focus on the TV. It’s a little after ten, but I am not going downstairs to the kitchen. I am not playing into Dante’s hands. So what if he told me he wants to fuck me. It would probably be incredible given how skilled those fingers of his are, but unlike him, I’m not driven by my baser desires. I’ve gone over two years without sex. I don’t need it. I certainly don’t need it with a man I can barely stand. My kidnapper at that. So why am I still thinking about whether he is downstairs wondering if I’m going to show? I groan out loud and pick up the TV remote before flicking through the channels until I find a romantic comedy. I settle back against the pillows and smile. This is the only kind of romance I need in my life, right? THE MOVIE IS ALMOST over when there is a loud knocking at my bedroom door. My heart rate kicks up a few gears, and I instinctively pull the covers up to my neck. But it’s not D