I had two choices. Duck inside my bedroom and act like I couldn’t hear him or answer.
My mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Then I felt him. Royce stood behind me. Too close. His body heat seeped into mine. My pulse quickened. I couldn’t go forward, and I didn’t dare back up.
“I just came to see if you needed any help.” He spoke next to my ear.
Too damned close.
A familiar shiver coursed through me. He was making me hungry in a dangerous, decadent way. I gripped the knob tightly and hoped the sensation would stop.
“N-no. I haven’t even started.”
I sounded like some desperate damsel from a Harlequin romance. Yes, I’d read the shameless novels. Hopefully, Royce didn’t notice.
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