“Phase two?”
Erin stared into cold blue eyes and felt a frisson of dread run through her.
“Phase two?” She whispered again, her voice trembled a little and she felt the color drain from her face.
Ethan's eyes seemed to bore into hers, the stare sending ice cold shivers running down her spine. She could still see the red imprint of her fingers on his cheek and instead of satisfaction, a rush of regret welled up within her. She had never hit a guy in her entire life and had always prided herself on being able to rein in her temper in the worst situations, but dealing with Ethan always seemed to bring out the worst in her temper.
Right now, he looked deadly and Erin wondered how on earth she was still standing when her knees felt like jelly and her heart raced a million miles a minute.
