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naughty child as he took big, long, purpose-filled strides back toward the massive house.
    I dug in my heels. “Wait. I’m confused. Who are you?”
    “I am the one you must obey for the next six days.”
    The way he said that word, obey, rankled my nerves. He was so abrupt and domineering. Nothing like what I’d expected when I first saw him. Nothing like what I’d expected when I agreed to go on the blind date. And nothing like the uber-sexy, alpha heroes in my books. If this guy was my billionaire, Señor Ramos, then he should treat me with respect. It was a date, after all. I hadn’t signed up to be any man’s whore. “Fuck you. I don’t have to obey you. Or anyone.” I jerked my arm, expecting it to break free from his grip. It didn’t.
    A shiver of fear raced up my spine.
    What the hell was going on?
    No man had ever touched me like this, as if he owned me. What kind of bastard was he?
    “Let me go!” I shouted, anger seething.
    His mouth twitched. Something sinister sparked in his eyes. “Ah, there is the fight. I love it when they fight.”
    This time a huge wave of cold terror rushed through me. What was this? “Wait!” My toe caught on something buried in the sand and I stumbled. He yanked me up and, twisting, caught me to him, crushing my body against his.
    The air left my lungs in a rough huff.
    Holding me against his big, hard, bullying bulk, he glared down at me. His eyes delved deep, his gaze so penetrating I felt stripped, vulnerable. I jerked my gaze away, but he fisted my hair and pulled, forcing my head back. “Look at me.”
    “Fuck you.”
    His lips twitched. “Hmmm. You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
    My face flamed. So did a few other parts of my anatomy for some reason I couldn’t understand. “No, I would not!” I did not want to fuck this man. No way. I’d held onto my virginity this long because I remembered what my mother had said so long ago, about poor girls and sex. I had no intention of having sex with any man until I was sure he was the right one, the man I would marry. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the eighteenth century anymore, I knew the value of my innocence. I would not give it away to just anyone. Certainly not a billionaire who probably bought women on a regular basis.
    “I want to talk to my chaperone right now!” I demanded as I clawed at his hands. “I didn’t sign up to get manhandled, raped, or held against my will!”
    He pulled harder, forcing my head back farther. “I paid a lot of money for you. You will do as I say.”
    “Like hell, I will.”
    “Then you will suffer the consequences.” Half hauling, half dragging me, the bully continued to the house. Him walking, me scrabbling, fingers hooked, nails raking over his hands and arms, we circled around the pool and plunged into the relative chill and darkness of the house.
    Growing more frantic with every step we took, I abandoned my attempt at breaking free and instead screamed and thrashed my arms, hoping the noise would summon someone. When that didn’t produce any results, because he managed to keep me out of reach of anything that would make a loud noise, I resorted to kicking my legs at anything and everything while he, with a thick arm circled around my waist, carried me down a dark corridor.
    At last he stopped at a heavy wooden door that looked eons old. With his free hand, he pushed it open and flung me inside. Stepping in, he closed the door before I was able to scramble to my feet. It slammed with a heavy bang, the sound echoing through the room and through my body.
    He lifted a key and smiled. “We will remain in this room until I decide we will leave.”
    “You can’t keep me prisoner!” I shrieked, unable to contain my terror and anger. Every cell in my body was on fire. Adrenaline surged through my veins. My heart thudded in my ears. I hated this man. I hated Fallon Franchot. I hated Spain. I hated everything and everyone. What the hell was this? “Who the hell are