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has been, things don't change much here.” Goosebumps rose across my skin with the richness of his voice.
    “Cold?” he asked, his smile broadening as his eyes skimmed my flesh.
    “A little, it's chilly out today.” I rubbed my forearms with my hands. I didn't want him to think he was the cause of my skin prickles.
    “I wouldn't know, I haven't been outside in a while,” he said with a chuckle as he lifted his hands to show me the chains and cuffs.
    I let out a light laugh, it took me by surprise. Stay on track, get down to business. “So last time you were here we talked a little about your plans for after all of this, I was thinking about that—” I was trying to direct our conversation when he cut in.
    “You were thinking about me, huh? I'm flattered.” His smile touched his eyes. “I thought about you, too.” He winked as he leaned in closer, his chest resting over the table.
    I was tempted to lean in towards him. The comment filled me with a warmth, I could feel my cheeks lifting to smile and my breathing become heavier.
    He thought about me... No. No. Stop. I was not going to play these games. Yet the mere idea I could have crossed his mind made me giddy.
    Where had my resolve gone?
    I was angry with myself for my weakness. I was running this show, not him.
    “Alright, let's keep going. Tell me about your past. What was it like for you as a child?” I'd decided to jump into a tough question, throw him off a bit.
    He arched an eyebrow. “You're not from around here, I can hear your accent. Where are you from?” He was avoiding what I'd just asked. His forehead wrinkled up, hands shuffling together as he waited for my reply.
    I debated giving him an answer. I twirled my pen on its tip against the table, wanting to make sure I did this right. I can't give too much info on myself, we can't get too familiar, but a little info could really help him open up.
    “Louisiana,” I said, “I grew up in a small town south of Baton Rouge. How about you? Have you lived here your whole life?”
    “Ah, Louisiana, did you ever go to Mardi Gras? I always thought that would be a cool thing to see,” he asked as he leaned back in his chair.
    “Yeah, I've been to Mardi Gras.”
    “I bet you had no trouble getting.” He glanced down at my chest, his eyes fixed on my breasts.
    The butterflies that were patrolling my stomach burst into flames, the warmth spreading across my body. I brought my hand up to the back of my neck and felt the dampness of sweat.
    He wanted to work me up?
    Fine.
    Two could play this game.
    Against my better instincts, I gave him a sly smile. “Well, let's just say my neck hurt for a few days after. My turn now, did you grow up here in Greene?”
    “No, I bounced around a bit as a kid. Ended up here about two years before all this shit went down,” he said as he looked around the room.
    “Why did you move so much as a child? Was it because of your parents?” I knew he'd had several different residences, but most of the information from when he was under age was sealed. I wasn't allowed access to it.
    I was able to get the basics; his father's name, his brother's name, and any arrests either one might've had. One thing that confused me was Owen had no priors before this incident. That was fairly odd considering the background of his other family members.
    “I don't know why,” he said. “That's just how it was. Some people move a lot, others don't. It's not really uncommon you know.” He leaned on the table with both arms,  his eyes sliding back to my cleavage.
    A piece of me wanted to conceal myself, instead I leaned in and pressed my biceps into my chest, lifting my breasts higher for him to see. Owen's eyes widened, his stare fixed upon the fresh skin emerging from my blouse. A surge of electricity buzzed through me.
    It was intoxicating, knowing how much he wanted me.
    I want him to run his fingers across my shoulders, down until he feels how hard my nipples are from the wild aura