“It’s what I’m feeling right now.”
“Yes. But why?”
“Because what you’re going to do to me is wrong.”
“Ah, ah.” He tsked. Strolling around the table and dragging his hand along it as though it were the most perfectly formed thing in creation.
“Let’s be honest, shall we?” He gave me a chiding look. “It’s not merely what I’m going to do to you.” His voice rose in a pleasant, friendly way. “It’s what you’ve invited me to do.”
“Invited?” My voice rose on a shrill note. I massaged the bicep I gripped, in an effort to soothe myself. Still standing naked and fighting the urge to fully cover myself. “I’ve invited nothing!”
“Haven’t you?” He tilted his head thoughtfully as he rounded to stand next to me. Facing the table but nearly shoulder to shoulder with me as he peered sideways. “Wasn’t
