AMARIS
The most dangerous thing about a man like Ryker was not what he would do to you, it was what he would make you want to do to yourself.
He pulled me in and the door clicked shut behind me.
"You came." The satisfaction in his voice was barely dressed up as a greeting.
I kept my eyes on the wall behind him, very deliberately not looking at his chest, which was bare and warm and entirely too close, "I am not here for what you think," I told him.
He smiled. I felt it without looking at it.
I shifted my attention to his room instead, because it was safer than looking at him and marginally less dangerous than thinking about why I had actually walked down that corridor at this hour.
