True Colours (The You Don't Know Me Trilogy Book 2) by Mandy Lee Read Free Book Online Page A

left them to come up with their own ideas.’  He reaches into a cupboard for a packet of coffee.  ‘How did they do?’
    I stare at him, dumbfounded by his attitude.  For all the world, he sounds like he’s having a harmless little chat.
    ‘I’m guessing it was an Oscar-winning performance.’  He spoons the coffee into the top of the machine.  ‘After all, they got you here.’
    ‘This is ridiculous.  I’m going.’
    In a frenzy, I grab hold of the door handle, tugging at it for dear life.  Suddenly, a hand appears to either side of me, palms flat against the wood.  I feel the warmth of his body against my back.  And while my brain fires up in anger, just about everything from the neck down fizzles with lust: muscles, veins, sinews, nerves.  Shit, shit, shit.  I’m in trouble.
    ‘Let me out!’
    ‘I can’t.’
    ‘I want to get out.’
    ‘No you don’t.’
    And that does it.  Hasn’t he learned anything over the past few days?
    ‘Stop!’  I swing round to find myself caged in by his arms.  ‘Just stop telling me what I want.’
    ‘Why?’  His eyes bore into me.  ‘I’ve been right so far.’
    ‘Arrogant fucking arse.’
    This seems just about the perfect time to give him a good hammering.  Balling my fists, I hit him hard on the chest, over and over again, growling like a mad dog.  Keeping his hands in place and bracing himself, he simply takes it.  No gritting of teeth.  No wincing in pain.  I barely make an impact.  I don’t seem to be making much progress here so I move on to his face, slapping it once before he grabs both of my hands, pinning them above my head.  With his face close to mine, breathing unevenly, he fixes his attention on my lips.
    ‘Don’t you dare ...’             
    Before I manage to push out the final words or turn away, his mouth is on mine.  And now that he’s kissing me, I should resist.  But I don’t.  In fact, I can’t.  His lips are as smooth and warm as ever, and I cave in straight away.  Kissing him back with a passion, I let his tongue twist and turn against mine, lapping up the taste of him, listening to my brain as it nags me to get a ruddy grip.  Enjoying the absolute perfection of a Daniel Foster kiss, I waft it away.  As ever, physical contact reduces me to a wanton hussy.  A hand slides around my back, pulling me in tight as he practically devours me.  At last, when he’s finally had his fill, he pulls back, waiting for me to open my eyes before he speaks.
    ‘Feel that, Maya?  That’s attraction.  The strongest fucking attraction I’ve ever felt in my life.  And you feel it too.’  Releasing my hands, he runs a finger across my neck.  ‘That’s why you’ll be wearing the necklace again before you step out of this door.  You and me are made for each other.’  He presses his crotch against mine.  ‘Capiche?’
    ‘No,’ I squeak.
    ‘Never mind.  You will.’  He takes a step back.  ‘So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get started.’
    ‘Started?’ I gasp, still struggling to get my lungs back under control.  ‘On what?’
    ‘My agenda.  We’re going to talk things through.  And then we’re going to sort things out.  And then I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.’
    ‘I wouldn’t be so sure of that.’  I straighten my dress.
    ‘I would.’ He withdraws another step.  ‘Now, why don’t I make you that coffee?’
    I glare at his self-assured smile for a good ten seconds before I push past him, huffing my way over to a sofa, muttering obscenities under my breath.  While he sets about making me an unwanted cup of coffee, I take off my shoes, tuck my legs under my bottom and fold my arms across my lap.  Watching the rain lash against the windows, I listen to the sound of water gurgling, the chink of a teaspoon.  At last, he appears in front of me and offers me a mug.  Reluctantly, I take it, holding it in both hands and curling my fingers around the