No Regrets
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"I simply needed your undivided attention," he said calmly.
She stiffened her stance, shoving her purse between them. "Let me get this straight. You want me to hand over my father's journal, which I don't even have, to a man I don't know, who mysteriously shows up in my ransacked office-" she paused as her blood pressure rose. "And on top of that, I am supposed to trust you with my life. Sorry, we're running a little low on insanity today!"
Colin shrugged. "It's your life. If you don't want my protection, fine. But I need your father's journal and I need it today."
"Wow, chivalry really is dead," Ariel said. She crossed her arms against her chest and pursed her lips together firmly. "The answer is no. Not for any price."
Colin thrust her purse aside and erased the distance between them in a heartbeat. Ariel felt her courage faltering as his chest brushed against hers. He must have been at least six foot three, built of solid taut muscle. He was towering over her and she was nearly five eight without the three-inch heels she was wearing. He leaned against the wall, trapping her between his arms. She could smell the faint scent of leather mingled with sweat and soap on his skin. She braced herself against the wall as an inexplicable heat rushed her body.
Colin drew a strand of her hair that hung wildly across her shoulders and stung her with a smug grin. "That's the wrong answer."