Martin Cole would not take refusal lightly,especially by a woman. He insisted she dance with him.
Amanda never was one for the club scene. In a moment of weakness she let her friends and co-workers talk her into joining them.
That's where all the trouble started. He saw her. She was not his type. He liked them easy. Martin Cole would not take refusal lightly,especially by a woman. He insisted she dance with him.
She was not going to, but she did anyway, she read the card that accompanied the largest bouquet of flowers she ever saw. He summoned her to show up at his club by nine o’clock. She chooses not to be bullied by him and goes shopping instead.
His lackeys were waiting for her. He grew tired of the games and now made sure she was where he wanted her to be. In his basement in cage until she understood his rules.
All she had to do was agree to dance with the man. Except this dance wasn't done on the dance floor.
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A stranger demanding her to do something she'd rather not, did not sit too well with her. She was about to tell this jerk where he could go, and she would not be using any polite words either. It was Susan that stopped her. She grabbed at Amanda's hand catching her attention, and leaned over to her.
“Amanda, just do this, please don't reject him. Just one dance and we're out of here, I promise. You don't know this man. Please, one dance,” she pleaded with her eyes darting back and forth between Martin and her boss.
At this same moment, he stepped in front of her releasing her shoulders. Instantly, he now had her other hand in his and was pulling her up from her chair.
“I don't want to dance.”
“But, I do. So come on.”
Again not liking being forced to do something she rather not she told him, “Look I don't know how to dance so pleas...”
Cutting her words short he continued toward the dance floor.
“Then we'll just stand still and sway to the music.”
He would not accept anything other than what he wanted from her.
The short walk to the dance floor gave her time to look this demanding man over. He was taller and maybe as much as ten years older than her. If she had liked his type she would have to say good-looking, very good-looking. Brown hair but not too dark tousled free on his head. It gave her the urge to run her fingers through to tame it. What shocked her was realizing his hair would be the only thing anyone could tame. His eyes unlike his hair were dark almost black. When the thought almost as black as his soul flashed across her mind she could not control the shiver that ran through her.
Smoothly he took her into his arms, and just as smoothly he held her tightly against him.
“Please, your holding me too tight I can barely breathe.”
“I like to hold my woman close to me.”
“I'm not you woman. I'm your dance partner for this dance only. So Please...”
Not bothering to answer he just laughed. Realizing he had no intentions of easing his hold on her she forced herself to relax a little.
She noticed he smelled delicious. Why do some man smell so good when others just so-so. Good-looking, good smelling, and a sensual voice didn't matter. She knew trouble when she saw it, and this man holding her was definitely trouble, trouble for her.
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