“You still haven’t told Evie where her mother is. So I repeat: what the hell is wrong with you?”
He frowns. “Tell me something, Charlotte: how the f**k is this any of your business?”
“I’m making it my business,” I snap. “That little girl needs someone in her corner and I’m prepared tobe that person. You may scare a lot of people, Lucio Mazzeo. But you don’t scare me.”
“And I thought you were a smart girl.”
My hand flies out, aiming to slap him right in his smug goddamn face.
But he’s faster than I am.
He grabs my hand before it can make contact, and then uses the momentum to whip me around so thatI’m trapped between him and his desk.
Somehow, he’s managed to get between my legs from behind.
And given the dress I’m wearing, I can feel his hardness wedged up against my heat.
“Scared
