Read His Wicked Games (His Wicked Games #1) for Free Online

first.”
    I frown. “We had an agreement.”
    “We still do. You sit through dinner with me,
and I sit through your speech about your little Center.” He leans
toward me, his eyes intent on mine. “Trust me, Ms. Frazer, I always
keep my word.”
    “I'm not sure I do trust you, Mr.
Cunningham,” I say.
    His hand slides toward mine on the table, and
his finger brushes against the back of my palm. It sends a tiny
shiver up my arm.
    Calder smiles, his eyes dancing wickedly.
“You should, Ms. Frazer. Believe me, I think you would enjoy the
experience very much.”
    I snatch my hand away from him.
    “I'm not going to fall for that,” I say. “I’m
not one of your little supermodels. I'm here for the Center, that's
all.”
    I can tell from the way the corner of his
mouth curls up that he doesn't believe me. This guy isn't used to
women resisting his charms.
    “I broke onto your property,” I remind him.
“And I dripped mud all over your precious house. Besides, I don’t
think I’m your type.”
    “You don't think I can admire a woman with a
little spirit? I told you before, Ms. Frazer, I admire your
tenacity. And a few of your other assets, truth be told.”
    “You didn't seem particularly admiring when
you were threatening to call the cops on me,” I counter. “If you
think you can make me forget about why I'm here, that I'll just
throw over the Center for the chance to sleep with you or
something, you're an idiot.”
    Humor dances in his eyes. “I never suggested
that. I've already made it clear that I'm attracted to you, and
it's quite obvious that you're attracted to me as well. I'm just
saying that I don't see why you can't have it both ways. Or, come
to think of it, why I can't have you a few dozen ways in the
meantime.”
    “You're disgusting,” I say, standing up and
throwing my napkin down on the table. “This is serious. The Frazer
Center has done remarkable things for this community and its
people—more things than you'll ever appreciate or, dare I say it,
do yourself, despite all your money or your fucking talking closets
and fancy ceilings. If you refuse to talk about it… if you're just
going to be ridiculous and crude, then fine. I won't waste any more
of your time.” I turn and storm toward the door.
    “You can't leave,” Calder says calmly after
me.
    “Watch me.”
    “No,” he says, just as my hand reaches the
doorknob. “I mean it's actually impossible for you to leave. Do you
remember crossing the river on your way out here? The road between
here and Barberville floods whenever there's heavy rain. With a
storm like this, it's probably under three feet of water by
now.”
    My blood goes completely cold. I freeze, my
fingers closed around the doorknob.
    “You're lying.”
    “I'm afraid not,” he says, still as calm as
ever. He raises his wineglass to his lips and takes another sip.
“I'm afraid, Ms. Frazer, whether you like it or not, you'll be
staying here with me tonight.”
     
    <<>>

CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    Panic rises in my throat.
    “You mean I'm stranded here? With you?”
    “It appears so.” Calder eyes me over his
glass. “You don't have to look so terrified. I'm not going to
devour you or anything.”
    “That's not exactly the impression you gave
me a moment ago.”
    “Believe it or not, I prefer my women
consenting. Enthusiastic, even. Until you're willing to admit that
you're attracted to me, I won't lay a finger on you. After
that…”
    “There won't be an 'after that'. I'm not
attracted to you. Quite the opposite, actually. You're an asshole,
and I don't care if I'm stuck here tonight. Nothing is going to
happen between us.”
    “Very well then,” he says, nonplussed. “But
since you can't leave, would you care to return to the table? I
don't want Martin's hard work to get cold while we sit here at our
little stalemate.”
    “It's not a stalemate,” I insist. “There's no
discussion here. Nothing will happen between us.”
    He nods, unconcerned, and I