He had me, body and soul, and he hadn't even had to touch me to achieve it.
I swallowed, the air in my throat dry as dust. "And what about the price? What will I be doing for you in this… cabin?"
A slow, chilling smile returned to his face, that predator's smirk. He leaned in, and I could feel the heat radiating off his massive body, the pine-and-earth scent washing over me, completely intoxicating and terrifying.
"You will be my assistant," he whispered, the word sounding like a title of ownership. "My personal, private, and utterly devoted assistant. You will handle my confidential paperwork, prepare my meals, organize my affairs, and be ready to attend to my every need. Twenty-four hours a day. And, little doe, if you even think about running, you know what will happen to your sweet, innocent friend Gideon. He won't be as lucky the second time around."
