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“Yes, Amos, something is wrong! What were you thinking, throwing
all this money at me p>
His frown deepened and he released her wrist. “I was thinking that
you said you needed money, and I’ve got money, so why not just
give it to you now p>
“Seventy–eight grand?” Chloe choked.
A passerby let out a low whistle as she walked past the two of them. “Take the money, sweetheart p>
“Mind your own business,” Chloe snapped at the eavesdropper, immediately swinging her attention back to Amos. “You just handed over that much cash out of the goodness of your heart p>
“Yes,” Amos said evenly, patiently. “Why is this an issue p>
“Because it is!” She couldn’t figure out how to explain the hurt she felt without making herself sound pathetic. She had been starting to feel like Amos thought she was special. He’d told her he wanted to court her and guard her and gave her all kinds of sweet bullshit. But it turned out he thought she was something he could buy. She felt cheap and gullible.
“Chloe,” he said, raising his hands in partial surrender. “The money was going to be yours either way. What does it matter if you have it all now, or if you get it portioned out month–by–month p>
“Because that was the agreement! And it was separate from us. But now there’s this… this thing between us. Do you think I’m for sale p>
Amos’s expression shifted from confusion to dismay. “Ah, fuck,” he
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groaned, dropping his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He inhaled slowly, and Chloe braced herself for an offended tirade. But it never came. Instead, quietly, calmly, he said, “Chloe, I’m sorry p>
She blinked, caught off–guard. “What p>
“It’s been a long time since I’ve pursued anyone romantically. I was trying to do the opposite of that. I didn’t want the ongoing payments to put you in the position where you couldn’t walk away if you were unhappy. If you had it all right now, you could make whatever
choice you wanted to p>
The hurt and anger fizzled immediately. “Oh.” The stiffness eased from her shoulders. “That’s… um, really thoughtful, actually p>
Amos looked up. “Yeah p>
“Yeah.” With any of her exes, and most the other men she’d known,
she’d have still been suspicious. But Amos had proven himself time and time again to be patient and thoughtful and protective. She believed him. She believed that he just wanted to give her choices, not make her feel beholden. “Thank you. And… sorry. For flipping
out p>
“Don’t apologize. If I do something that upsets you, I want to know p>
Well, that was something she’d never heard from a man before.
“Do you still want to come over?” he asked.
“Yeah, of course. It’s Wednesday p>
“You don’t have to. I meant what I said, Chloe. If you’re upset with
me p>
“I’m not. I’m really not.” She took his hand. “Come on p>
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Back at his place, Chloe toed her shoes off and unbuttoned her coat while Amos locked the door. As she slid her coat down her arms. revealing her outfit, Amos made a throaty sound almost like a purring cat. Chloe glanced curiously at him. His pupils had dilated, just a bit, as his gaze tracked over her curves. She couldn’t help but subtly cock one hip.
“Chloe…” He wiped at his mouth. “What is this p>
She smiled demurely. “I don’t always wear scrubs, you know p>
The black of Amos’s pupils slowly overtook the red of his irises as his expression shifted to undisguised predatory hunger. Chloe suppressed a shiver as she stared back at him, acutely aware of the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath, of the ticking beat of her pulse in her throat, her wrists, between her thighs.
“Your sweet scent is getting stronger.” Amos stepped closer, backing her against the wall. He put one hand on the wall, caging her with
his arm, and leaned in close. His other hand cupped her cheek.
thumb stroking over her bottom lip. “You like being prey p>
A thrill of something dark and weak and needy shot through Chloe’s
body. Her knees wanted to tremble, but she clenched them together
while she met Amos’s midnight gaze. Hungry Amos was an entirely
different beast from the polite, respectful man Chloe had been
treated to so far. The difference was a surprise, but not an
unwelcome one.
“Maybe I do,” she said, more breathlessly than she intended.
Amos’s predatory gaze held hers for a moment. With visible effort at self–control, he stepped back. “Go to the living room,” he said. “At the
end of the hall p>
Not the politely formal sitting room, but instead, the cozy, personal space. “By myself?” she asked. “Where are you going to be p>
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“Right behind you.” The words were nearly a growl in his deep voice.
A dark thrill ran down Chloe’s spine. Weak–kneed, she somehow managed to navigate the path to the living room. Amos shadowed her, close enough that she could feel the looming force of his presence with every step. She paused at the threshold of the living room, taking in the space while she savored the feel of Amos at her back.
“Go in.” he said, his voice soft, but irresistible with command. “Sit down p>
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