Chapter 16: Madison

He slowly stalked toward me, his predatory focus never leaving my face as he came closer and closer. I backed up away from him automatically. But, too soon, a hard wall bumped against my back, trapping me.

I swallowed, my throat bobbing, as he came to a halt a mere foot away from me. I felt smaller than ever with his broad chest blocking my view of anything else, but I refused to let myself cringe back.

Instead, I looked up and met his heavy gaze head-on. His breath was hot and minty against my face, his sandalwood cologne dancing with my verbena and lemon fragrance between us.

With his voice low, close to threatening, he asked, “Who told you his name, Madison?” Of all the things I thought he’d say or do to me next, I hadn’t expected that.