![]() “Goodnight, Ethan Blackstone.” I left his car at the curb and headed up the steps of my building, feeling the stare of his eyes as I walked. ![]() I had no idea what he was thinking.I pushed the door open and got out. “I live in the top studio loft, fifth floor.”“Roommate?”“Well, yes, but she’s probably not in.” Again, wondering what loosed my tongue in sharing personal information with a virtual stranger.“I’ll look for the light to come on then.” Ethan’s face was unreadable. What floor is it?”I dug my key out of my purse and replaced it with my phone which was still on my lap. “You have your key ready? I’ll wait until you’re inside. ![]() And the other stu-”“You take care of yourself, Brynne Bennett.” He pressed a button and the lock clicked. This man had a way with control that severely unnerved me.“Thank you for the rid. ![]() Something along the lines of: Take off your clothes and stretch out in the big back seat of my Range Rover, Brynne. I so needed to get away from this situation right now, before I agreed to all manner of things. I swear he liked the fact that he rattled me. I did know, but couldn’t think about it at the moment.“Are you okay?” He smiled slowly with a tilt of his head. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt: ![]()
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