“You’re not fat and I’m not worried.” Her look of surprise and confusion made me continue. I liked unnerving her. “I’d still fuck you hard and fast into that leather seat under your sexy ass… even if you are twenty pounds lighter.”

She blinked once and then a second time with a blank expression as if trying to convince herself and me that my words didn’t make her wet. I could practically feel her walls clenching around my dick as I clocked her subtle squirm.

“There will be someone looking for me, you know.”

The part of me that wouldn’t accept she wasn’t mine flew into a rage all the while I remained silent and calm by picking at imaginary lint. Was she running back to a man?

“Who is he?”

“What makes you think it’s a guy?” The smirk on her lips should have pissed me off, but all I wanted to do was feel what that smirk tasted like.

“For your sake there better not be.”

“Excuse me?” The snap in her voice caused my dick to jump.

The car stopped just outside the apartment building, and after uncuffing her, I used the opportunity to escape the confines of the car and the temptation to jump her. I dragged in huge breaths of air, willing myself to erase the intoxicating scent of her from my senses.

Once I pulled myself together, I reached in, and without asking or waiting, I grabbed her arm, pulling her from the car. She fought my hand on her arm, but I ignored her and dragged her behind me into the building.

I gritted my teeth as she blasted me with every curse word imaginable, drawing attention from the few residents who were milling about. The elevator waited ahead and I powered forward, forcing her shorter legs to double time to keep from falling.

We stopped inside, and when I was once again facing the residents watching us with curiosity, I laughingly shouted, “It’s that time of the month.”

The few men laughed while the women glared on, but it was all blocked out when the elevator doors closed and I was left alone once more with her. I quickly punched the code in for my floor and then leaned against the back wall, keeping her close.

She was silent when the car started to rise, and I was content until she said, “This is practically kidnapping, you know.”

My head rested against the cold wall of the elevator, and I shut my eyes before answering. “I know.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m kidnapping you.” A snort of laughter filled the elevator just as the doors opened. “Something funny?” I took her elbow in my hand and led her from the elevator car. Her laughter died, and I assumed she was feeling the same current of electricity that was fast spinning out of control. We stepped into my private corridor leading to my penthouse apartment, and I quickly led her to the door where I keyed in another code to unlock. I watched her eyes widen in shock and her chest heave. “Not so funny now, is it, Angel?”

“Don’t call me that.”

Her rebuff pissed me off past the point of being reasonable. “Why not? You loved it. I loved it. You blushed every time. You’re blushing now.”

“Yeah, well, I have a lot of opportunities to be stupid.”

“Are you going to take that chance again?”

“Not on your life.”

“What about yours?”

She took a step back. “What?” The question came out barely more than a gasp of breath. I could see her mind racing and her body tensing up to fight or flight.

I wanted to console her and ensure I’d never hurt her, but I could only grit my teeth at the realization that she didn’t trust me. “It’s obvious you’re in trouble. Is this secret worth dying for?” I clarified.

Her eyes shifted left. “There’s no secret.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“And once again, it’s none of your business.”

“Until you get yourself killed.”

My counter didn’t seem to faze her, which only alarmed me more.

“I think you’re jumping to conclusions.”

“How so?”

“I won’t be the one dying.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” My feet moved on command and I charged her. It wasn’t until her back hit the door when she retreated that I realized we were still standing in the entrance. I caged her in with my arms on either side of her head to keep them from finding their way to her throat..

“Nothing. I—I don’t know why I said that.”

“Are you sure?” Sarcasm rolled off my tongue along with bitter rage. Not only had Willow eluded me for the last four years, but also, when she finally returned, she wasn’t Willow. My angel. “Should I trust you, Angel?”