“Everything you do has a distinct purpose? Is that what you call kissing me in the barn? What purpose did that serve? Was it all part of your plan to seduce me?” She dropped her bag at her feet and jabbed him in the chest with one finger. Rather than retreat from her, he leaned in even more.
“It did indeed have a purpose, and when you’re ready, I shall tell you,” he explained in a silky tone that seemed more dangerous than sensual.
“You can’t use me, Mr. Thorne. I’m not that kind of girl,” she warned him, not really sure how she’d been able to prevent him from doing anything to her. If he dared to touch her again, she might lose her senses.
“Someday you will beg me to use you, Callie, and when that day comes, I will concede to your wishes and satisfy us both.” He brushed the back of his
