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not going to play being your wife. I don’t even know you.”
    “Which is what tonight is all about.”
    She snorted at that. “You expect me to just know everything there is about you in one night and go off in the sunset for happily-ever-fucking-after? I don’t think so.”
    She stood up and headed for the shower, slamming the door behind her. She took a long hot shower, scrubbing every part of her body that he’d touched, pissed over how her flesh seemed to tingle for more.
    Turning the water off, taking a deep breath, she dried and got back into the robe and braced herself to face him again. When she came out, she was shocked to see the bed remade and the food gone. Darius still lounged where she left him, drinking wine in a lazy manner.
    “I want out,” she said.
    “Nope.”
    “Damn it, Darius, this isn’t a game. This is my life!”
    “No, it’s our life now. We’re married.”
    Like a child, Makayla stomped her foot on the floor, unable to come up with a decent comeback fast enough. She looked around for a place to lock herself into, yet found nothing. The only door in the room, beside the one going out, was the bathroom and there wasn’t a damn lock on that door.
    “I can’t believe this shit is happening,” she mumbled to herself.
    “Why don’t you just calm down and come over for a drink.” He sat up and poured some wine into the second glass. “They also brought some fruit and I hear the strawberries are to die for.”
    Unable to come up with anything else for the moment, she did just that and took a seat across from him, picking up the glass and downing half of the wine. He refilled it, then handed her a bowl that contained two large chocolate covered strawberries. Rolling her eyes at him, she took one of them, bit into it and took another drink. Darius put the bowl down, picked up the other berry and bit into it, his eyes upon her.
    “This isn’t going to go well with the family,” she finally said right before taking another bite of the fruit. “You know that.”
    “I know.”
    “Nana is going to want to kill you.”
    “She might need to stand in line.”
    “You really are treating this like it’s some kind of game.”
    “Makayla, we’re locked together in a room, married. Tonight, I really don’t give a shit what the family thinks. All I care about is you and me.”
    “Wow! That’s rich, since I don’t want to be locked in here with only you.”
    “So what would you like then? Do you really like being away from everyone and everything? Or would you like to be finally grounded with a home and have that family you seem to care about so much around you?”
    “It’s not that simple.”
    “Sure it is.” Again, he lounged back. “You just have to give this a chance.” He put the last amount of his strawberry into his mouth, then finished what was left of the wine in his glass. She watched his throat muscles move while he swallowed, fascinated for a few moments by the action.
    She started to feel warm, then warmer, then blazing heat tore through her body and she had no idea why. Her skin began to tingle, the robe started making her skin feel itchy, irritating her skin.
    “I don’t feel right,” she breathed out, pressing a hand to her forehead.
    “That might be the aphrodisiac,” he told her, sitting up again. “I’m starting to feel it also.”
    “The what ?” she gasped, desire suddenly hitting her low in the gut, flowing down to pool between her legs. Shit, her clit started to throb.
    “It’s a drug they put in the strawberries.”
    “Oh great!” She moaned this time, bending over, holding her stomach, trying to breathe through the first wave of intense, raw need. She ended up holding her breath, waiting for it to end.
    “Fighting it doesn’t help at all.”
    “How the fuck would you know?” she snapped through her teeth. “You knew about it! That’s why you had me eat the damn things.”
    “Yeah,” he said, took a deep breath, stood up and the towel