Chapter Nine
“Dorian?” she whispered, her heart skipping, arms hovering in the space between them, still waiting for his touch.
But Dorian was unmoved.
It didn’t make sense. Even when they were total strangers, he could barely keep his hands to himself. Now, after everything they’d shared—after last night’s brushes with death—he was cold-shouldering her?
“Take a seat, Charlotte.” He stalked past her and headed for the glass doors on the other side of the room. “We need to talk, and I prefer not to complicate matters with emotional outbursts.”
Emotional outbursts?
She folded her arms across her chest, doing her best to hide the sting of his comments. “But I—”
“Sit down,” he said again.
The seriousness in his tone left no room for argument, so Charley did as he asked, taking a seat a
