Chapter 34

• I can’t believe I’m doing this.
• And why the hell did I ever think I could avoid this? He’s Dominique Voss. He always gets what he wants. One look into those ocean-blue eyes and I was halfway to yes. That’s how easily he commands my body—and worse, how much I let him.
• I can’t fight this. I can’t win this. Whatever game we’re playing, I may have taken the first round, but that doesn’t mean I’ll win the next. Not when every touch, every look, is starting to feel less like a game and more like a surrender.