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of our differences about money and
class being the end-all-be-all, I agree with him about the intelligence of our
parents’ quick wedding. He is studying me closely, and I have to avert my eyes
to keep from giving myself away. I have to avert my eyes to keep from biting
his lip, too. I have to avert my eyes, period.
    Otherwise, it’s almost like I can
actually feel the sparks flying between us.
    Suddenly Remington leans toward me,
draping his arms around my sides. Startled, I nervously step back, but I trip a
little on my dress and fall into him. The shock of brushing up against his
chest makes my knees feel week. God, he is strong – I can feel it in his muscle
tone, in his powerful body holding me up.
    I regain my footing and try to step
away, but then I realize that he has me corralled against a row of chairs and
that there is nowhere to go to escape. His scent washes over me, warm and
masculine, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. He is so close, close
enough to touch. Close enough to kiss.
    Oh god oh god please kiss me please
don’t kiss me oh god.
    He is staring at me, grinning wickedly
like a cat with a mouse.
    God damn it, he’s attractive when
he looks smug.
    Remington Wilde has his arms around
me. Remington Wilde is toying with me.
    Holy fuck.
    I desperately try to push all my
inappropriate fantasies out of my head, desperately try not to look at that
broad chest just peeking out of his half-unbuttoned shirt. His skin looks so
inviting, so smooth.
    Remington is staring at my lips.
    “Excuse me,” I stutter. “Can I
please get by?”
    Remington ignores me.
    “Tell me,” he murmurs, “Is this the
first time you and your father have wrecked an honorable family with this
transparent little gold-digging scheme of yours? Or do you have it down to a
science? Let me see if I can guess the steps. While your father seduces the
mother, you seduce the son – is that how these things work? Double indemnity or
something, hedging your bets? Not a bad strategy. If that is your plan, I want
a sample of the goods. Show me why you deserve the Wilde family fortune.”
    His hand snakes around my waist,
his lips crashing into mine. It’s a possession so shocking, so fierce, and so
sudden that I am completely swept up in the sensation of his overpowering
touch, the softness of his lips, the crushing conquest of his tongue under
mine. I moan and melt into him, caught in the pleasure that for a moment feels
as natural as breath.
Until I realize what he just said.
    Did he just call me a whore?
    Now I’m shoving and scratching to
get free with all my might.
    “Let go of me!”
    I’ve never been so insulted or
humiliated in my life. Never mind the fact that I am turned on and more than
half inclined to jump his bones for unrelated reasons – but his words sting so
much that I manage to bury my fantasies about him long enough to raise my hand
and slap him hard across the face.
    I just slapped Remington Wilde
across the face.
    I just slapped Remington Wilde
across the face really, really hard. Actually, the corner of his mouth looks
like it’s bleeding.
    “Oh my god,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”
    He touches the spot where I hit
him, a wry grin spreading across his face. Is he laughing at me? What an
asshole!
    “You’re not sorry,” he murmurs.
“You liked it, didn’t you? I bet you like it rough. I hope you do, Mademoiselle
LaRoux. Because I will make your time here very, very rough. One way or another.”
    Holy. Fuck.
    “Mr. Wilde,” I gasp, trying to
regain my composure, “I am truly sorry if your view of the world has taught you
that you can buy and use women however you want, or say whatever you want, but it
just so happens that I respect myself enough to think that what you just did is
unforgivably entitled and despicable.”
    “I bet you do,” he chuckles. “But
you liked it, didn’t you?”
    Tears are springing to my eyes. I
have to get out of here before he sees them. I can’t let him see that