(Cara's POV)
"You must like me reaping your clothes off, don't you?" he asked, and I shivered.
"First, I want to ask you a question."
"No more question; I want you, and I want you to cooperate... or we could do it my way," he says, and despite the warning in his statement, I secretly wanted to know what his way looked like.
"If you want me to cooperate, then you have to cooperate. I've been on my best behavior since I arrived here, and this is the least you could do."
I actually think he would take off my clothes and get them over with, but he doesn't. "You have two minutes; what is your question?" he asked.
"The girl... the blonde down stairs"
"Emmaline? What about her?"
"I want to know what has been going on between the both of you."
"That's none of your business", he says, suddenly furious, and I flinch. His eyes soften. "You don't need to worry about her", he corrects.
"What do you say I am to you?"
"My mate"
"Mates, aren't they like partners? I don't like her, and from the way s
