“Scared, witch?” Rhye implored. “Um-” “You can get up close and emotional with anything you want, little one,” he muttered, his lips teasing at her skin. The nerve! “How dare you. Damn you!” Yanking free of his grip, Lily seethed into the dark inside of the shop, heading toward the back racks that held the luxurious designer jeans and T-shirts. What was wrong with her? Rhye was nothing more than a giant, over-smug, obnoxiously elegant pain in her ass. So why did she keep letting him get under her skin? Because she was a fool. Gritting her teeth, Lily compelled herself to resist his enormous form leaning against the doorjamb watching her every move with that too sharp watch. Hell, this was her first, and probably only, chance to certainly enjoy what most women took for granted. She’d be damned if the warden from Hades was going to wreck the moment. Flicking the hangers around the circular stand, Lily occasionally paused to pull out whatever happened to catch her eye. Any of the
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