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hands didn’t falter. His gaze remained cemented on hers,
revealing a volley of complex emotions she couldn’t begin to unravel.
    Then something made him pause, and
Sophie wondered if it had anything to do with her expression. She’d never been
so frightened in her life and knew it had to be reflected on her face.
    “Sorry, princess. You’ve forced me
to come up with a change of plans. You made too much ruckus for it to go unnoticed
by the few tenants living close by. My gut tells me we’re going to have
company.”
    Company? Sophie felt a glimmer of hope. But before she had a chance to get
too excited Brent kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks, staring down
at her. “If I thought Tom could handle you, I’d turn you over to him.”
    Ohmigod…what did that mean?
    When his hands moved to the open
waistband of his slacks her eyes widened with alarm. She felt her heart racing,
her gaze locking on to his. His hands faltered, a muscle in his jaw tightening.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, tearing into the tense moment like a
gunshot blast.
    “The security guards are knocking on
the door down the hallway!” Sophie heard Tom say in a voice rushed with panic.
“I think they’re heading this way!”
    Tom’s comment spurred Brent into
action. He yanked off his pants and knelt on the bed, ignoring her pathetic whimper
of appeal. His added weight on the mattress forced her to roll his way. She
couldn’t stop him from reaching behind her, where he made quick work at untying
her hands. As soon as she was free, Sophie brought them up to fend him off,
aiming for his face, using her long nails like lethal weapons. Before they
reached him, Brent snagged her wrists, slamming them down on the bed, and
lowering his face close to hers.
    The fierce look in his eyes
terrified Sophie; she stilled, and held her breath. What was he going to do?
    “Good, now that I have your
attention,” he said in a low, threatening tone. “This is how it’s going to be.”
    As scared as she was, Sophie
inwardly bulked at his arrogance, but she was helpless against him. She’d been
raised a lady, had gone to some of the finest schools for the well-to-do.
Nothing in the two years of etiquette classes her gentile grandmother insisted
she take had prepared her for something as unforeseeable as this. She was sorry
now for turning up her nose at the chance to take the self-defense courses offered
the last year of high school. The knowledge of where to hit an attacker would
definitely come in more useful now than which side of the plate the salad fork
went.
    She attempted to break free, which
Brent quickly took care of by giving her wrists a jerk against the bed. “I’m
not going to hurt you, unless you force me to. Is that clear?”
    Do I dare trust him? She stared into his
eyes for a moment, as if gauging the truth behind his statement, before finally
nodding slowly. What else can I do?
    “We’re about to have company,
princess, so I’m going to remove your gag, but if you try anything, anything at
all,” he stressed in a forceful tone, “you’ll have what happens to them on your
conscience.” He paused for a moment. “Do you understand?” he inquired softly.
    Sophie nodded, as he reached for the
gag.
    “I’m going to keep my fingers
crossed that you’re not some spoiled, rich society type who doesn’t care about
what happens to anyone other than yourself.”
    “My father will give you whatever
you want!” she was compelled to whisper the moment the gag was removed from her
mouth. “My fiancé…”
    “In due time,
princess.” Brent cocked his head as though to
listen for the sound of something significant coming from the outer room.
“Right now we have to make it through the next few minutes. Think you can play
the convincing part of a woman in the act of making love?”
    “What?” Sophie’s jaw dropped; she
couldn’t have heard him right. “I don’t understand.”
    His hands moved to the halter straps
of her