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When he was evidently finished surveying the room, he turned to her. “We need to talk,” he said, his deep voice marked with gravitas.
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Jenna motioned towards the bed. “Sure, go ahead and have a seat.”
He ignored her however, folding his arms and pacing across the room towards the window. “Tell me, was there anyone here with you?”
“What?” she asked, baffled. “What do you mean?”
He sighed, his annoyance becoming apparent. “I mean have you been alone all night? Have you had anyone else in this room?”
She was more than a little off-put by his questions. Just what business of his was it, anyway? He was her new boss, not her master. “Uh, no,” she replied. “I've been here by myself. Just got back from dinner, actually. Why?”
Todd grumbled, turning towards her. He took a few paces, his face fixed into a scowl. “You aren't lying to me, are you? Because it wouldn't be a good thing if you were.” He took a few more steps, till he was within a foot of her. As she retreated towards the wall, he closed the gap further.
She was cornered now, within mere inches of him, and feeling frightened. “W-what are you doing here?” Jenna managed. She'd been caught completely off guard by his anger and wasn't prepared to fend him off.
He was dressed in casual clothes now; a form-fitting pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. The shirt was held taut over his muscled chest and shoulders, and its sleeves strained to contain the curve of his bicep as he reached up and placed a hand against the wall, blocking her only route of escape. He brought his face within inches of hers, his hot breath striking her skin as he continued. “Are you sure ?”
Gulping, Jenna nodded. “And I don't see what business it is of yours, anyway.” She attempted to push him away, throwing her hands into his chest, but quickly shriveled back when she found she couldn't make him budge. Not in the slightest. It was as though he were made of stone. Even his muscles were rock-hard, inhuman in their firmness. Watching the scowl on his face intensify, the rest of her courage evaporated.
He grasped her wrists and forced her against the wall, his solid body pressing into hers. She sighed against him, her heart galloping in terror. What the hell is he going to do? was the only coherent thought she could muster as he mashed his body against hers. She could feel a particular bulge against her thigh, likely his erection, though her terror was so great that she couldn't even think of it as sexy. She wanted to scream.
His eyes were intense, boring into hers as though they were drills. They were searching for something, for a trace of a lie. Finally, he let her go and took a step back, clearing his throat. It took him a few moments before he spoke again. “I'm sorry,” he finally said, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. “I... I don't know what came over me. I was just, well...”
She looked at him, her eyes still teeming with horror. Though he was acting calm now, he'd given her a fright she wouldn't soon forget. And besides, his pant leg was still throbbing with a massive erection. Whatever had gotten into him evidently hadn't passed just yet.
“I couldn't control myself. I had to come over here because I thought you might be in trouble,” he continued, looking up at her with no little guilt in his gaze. “I'm sorry about this.”
She couldn't bring herself to respond. She nodded slowly, easing her way towards the bed, away from him. When she'd built a bit of distance between them, she finally spoke. “What are you doing here? What did you think was happening?”
Todd pursed his lips and buried his hands in his pockets. “It's hard to explain,” he said, shooting her a strange glance.
“I've got time,” she replied. Her cell phone was in reach now. She was prepared to call the police if she didn't get a satisfactory answer.
He sighed. “There are people here in Twinbrook... bad people, Jenna. And
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