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few tears tracking down my cheeks. It is taking everything within me to stay strong and not give in to him. I ache, already missing his warmth and the feeling of being wrapped in his embrace.
    “ And who made me that way Daemon?” I hiss, letting anger overtake the sadness filling me.
    He pushes forward and I stumble back a few steps in surprise. Bracing his arms on either side of me, he pins me between him and the wall. The weight of his body against mine feels deliciously comfortable. I turn my head away, refusing to look at him. It might seem futile, but I will try anything, not to fall into the same bottomless pit of lust and hormones, that always befall me when he is near.
    “Look at me, Tulip,” he commands. I fight the pull his voice has on me. It is not easy, but I manage to keep my face turned away. It is a small triumph, and one that is short lived.
    Grabbing my chin, he jerks it up, and snaps at me angrily, “Look at me Tulip!” His jaw ticks with tension and before I can open my mouth and tell him to, “Fuck off,” Tony is behind us, saying it for me.
    Groaning, Daemon drops his head down and rests his forehead against mine. “Stay out of this Tony. You know I would never harm, Kelly.” Tilting his head to the side, he gives Tony a pained look. “Just give me two more minutes, then I promise to leave.”
    Tony’s nervous eyes move to meet mine. I can see the questions dancing within them, asking me what he should do. Let him stay? Throw his ass out? I shrug, not sure which answer is the right one anymore.
    “Two minutes,” Tony says, his voice flat and unyielding.
    He retreats back to the kitchen and I have to bite my tongue to keep from begging him to stay. Tony’s presence makes me feel stronger and less like a gullible twit. Daemon knows exactly which buttons of mine to push and how to manipulate any situation. That’s what makes him such a superb business man. The longer I am left alone with him, the more I am beginning to feel like a mouse being played with by a very large kitty cat. I don’t want to be a mouse. I want to be a Tiger.
    Daemon lifts up and takes two steps back, giving me enough room to move about if needed. I don’t. I stand my ground, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Shoving his hands into his pockets he fixes his deep green eyes on me. I can see the wheels turning in that dangerous mind of his, and it’s making me all kinds of nervous. Wetting his lips, he locks eyes with me. I cringe. I’ve seen that crazy look in his eyes before, and in that moment, I know something bad is coming. This is not going to be good.
    “I’ll make a bet with you, Tulip.”
    I blink, letting his words sink in. A bet? Curiosity sweeps through me, lighting up single cell in my body. Kicking his ass out the door right now would be the smart choice, but if I don’t find out what he is offering, I will spend the rest of the day and most of the night wondering what he wanted, and kicking myself later for not asking.
    Against my better judgment, I ask, “What kind of bet?” My level tone surprises me. It is far more normal and controlled than I’m feeling.
    His lips tip up in a half smile. He knows he has me hook, line, and sinker. Bastard!
    “I’ll lay off, and won’t push you into making any decision about us right now, but you have to continue working with me on the design project for my office.” I start to speak, but his hand shoots up, halting my words. “Let me finish first, than you can give me all your many reasons why you hate this idea.”
    I bite back a rude retort and nod my head in acceptance. With a chuckle, he continues,” During that time you have to be open-minded. You can’t fight me at every turn. I want you to give me the same respect you give every other client. After the project is completely finished, if you still want to end things between us, then I give you my word that I will willingly walk out of your life, and never bother you again.”
    I narrow my eyes