Chapter 9

I Kat feel the heat and the energy from Dante even before he speaks. My body is hyper aware of his, and whenever he is in the same room, there is a crackling of energy between us. I have thought about him all day. When I woke up needy and wet this morning, it was because I’d been dreaming about his hands on me. But I won’t give in to him. It’s fun to tease him, but that’s all this can be. I refuse to be used and tossed aside by him. So when he plants his hands on the counter either side of me a few seconds later, I absolutely do not buckle. “You want some tea?” I ask, my voice a mere whisper because I’m struggling to hold it together. “No.” “So what can I do for you, Mr. Moretti?” He dips his head low until his lips are brushing the shell of my ear. “I want to stop playing games, Kat,” he whispers, making me shiver. “W-what do you mean?” He presses his body closer, until my back is touching his chest. I am caged in by him. He’s everywhere, his scent, his touch, but I don’t feel trapped