7. THE TENSION

ROWANNE’S POV

For a moment, I wanted to protest again but the way his hand rested on my back silenced me. It wasn’t rough. It was possessive. It was steady, warm.

Like he commanded me silently… the kind of touch that said he wasn’t asking.

Eli didn’t look at me, didn’t say another word. He just guided me through the restaurant like the world existed only in the inches between us.

The pressure of his palm against my spine made my pulse race far faster than it should have. My body betrayed me, remembering what it felt like to be pressed against his, to taste his breath when the lines blurred last time.

Outside, the night wrapped around us, soft and cool. The faint scent of rain lingered in the air.

“Get in carefully,” he murmured.

He placed one large hand against the frame of the car, the other hovering above my head to shield it as I bent to slide in. His nearness sent a shiver down my skin. The air between us was thick with things we didn’t say.

He closed the door gently. I watched him circle to the driver’s side, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable, but his silence spoke louder than anything.

As we drove, I couldn’t stop myself from stealing glances at him.

The sharp lines of his face caught the flickering light from the passing street lamps, the firm set of his mouth, the muscle in his jaw twitching and the faint vein that pulsed near his temple. His fingers gripped the steering wheel.

He didn’t look at me once, but I could feel him. The tension in the air between us was alive, rolling off him like heat and crawling under my skin until I couldn’t breathe properly.

When the car slowed down at my home. I said quietly, “You didn’t have to.”

He turned his head finally, his gaze meeting mine dark, steady, and devastatingly soft. “I’ll walk you in.”

And that’s when it hit me how dangerous that would be. My control was already stretched thin. One touch, one second too close, and I knew I’d crumble.

“No,” I said, but my voice came out fragile, almost pleading. “That’s fine. I can walk myself in.”

I wasn’t sure if he even heard me. Eli’s jaw flexed. Without a word, he stepped out, his tall frame moving around the car. He opened my door and stretched out his hand, waiting.

I just stared at him, knowing he wouldn’t back down. His patience was its own kind of power, masculine and impossible to resist. I took a slow breath, ignoring his hand as I stepped out.

He shut the door behind me, and all I could feel was him. His presence towered over me, so magnetic. My pulse pounded in my ears.

I walked faster, desperate to reach my door. But just as I reached for the lock, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, strong.

“Eli—” He turned me sharply, and I stumbled back.

My spine hit the door, the cool metal pressing through my dress. My head nearly struck it too, but his hand caught the back of my skull, shielding me. His body was inches from mine, heat pouring off him in waves.

“Eli!” I breathed, though it came out softer, more like a moan than his name.

He leaned closer, his breath brushing against my cheek. I turned my head to the side, trying to breathe, but his scent filled my lungs intoxicatingly.

My heart hammered wildly. If he moved just a fraction closer, he’d feel it.

“I meant it,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “Every word, Ro. I want you. I want to love you. Touch you. Kiss you, and…”

I knew the next word. I knew it before he said it. But I stayed still, trapped in that sliver of heat and danger, waiting and wanting to hear it from him.

“Fuck you,” he murmured finally, his lips so close I could almost taste the word as it slipped out darkly like a prayer meant only for me.

I swallowed, my throat tight and dry, fingers clinging to my purse as if it could ground me.

Eli’s voice came low, steady, threaded with a dangerous kind of calm. “I can smell the hunger in you. You don’t have to suppress every ache, Ro.”

My breath caught. His words hit me. He took a small step closer with the faintest smile playing at his lips.

“When you stare at me with those blue eyes,” he murmured, “I can tell how much you want to run your fingers through my hair just like you did that night. Even now, I can tell how much you’re testing your control.”

He didn’t pause, didn’t falter.

“I know you and Jett never clicked. Your marriage was arranged. I know he never loved you…” His eyes softened, the next words coming like a promise. “But I can. I can love you in ways that would leave you breathless.”

The words sank into the air between us. He was seducing me. He was confessing.

I looked up at him, my pulse hammering so hard I thought I could hear it. His eyes were serious, darkened by something that felt too real.

He didn’t stammer. Not once.

“I am your sister-in-law,” I whispered, the words trembling on my lips. “Married to your brother. You would fuck your brother’s wife?”

He smiled faintly at the way the word came out raw, shaken, almost like it burned my tongue.

His voice dropped. “You’re all I want, Rowanne Steele.”

That name. Steele.

It struck something in me. The devil, they said, was ugly. But the man in front of me was anything but. Brown-haired, blue-eyed, tall, too beautiful for someone who could sound so damn sinful. His tongue dripped with honey and each word coaxed me closer to temptation.

The name Steele hadn’t left anyone’s lips since my marriage to Jett. He’d made sure of it. That I changed everything. My passport, my ID, even my work files. I was Carter now.

But Eli had called me Steele to remind me of who I was before. Of how single, how widowed I really was. How free I was to crave another man.

He leaned back then, watching me quietly. “I just want you to be happy,” he said softly, “and smile like you did at my apartment. You look radiant, Rowanne.”

My chest tightened. I swallowed again, trying to breathe through the weight of his gaze. “That’s… that’s not your problem.”

He smirked, his eyes trailing down my body, before rising to meet mine again. “Go in,” he murmured. “And answer my calls, Ro.”

I hesitated for a second, my heart slamming against my ribs. I couldn’t stand those eyes any longer with the way they stripped me bare.

I turned away, reaching for the door, when his voice came again, deep and rough enough to still me. “You looked very beautiful today. As always.”

My chest ached. I turned back. Our eyes locked, and for a brief moment, I couldn’t breathe. Then, I tore myself away, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

As soon as I closed it, my body slumped against the wood. My breath came shallow, shaky and quick.

Was he still outside? Watching?

I forced myself upright, flicking on the lights. The mansion glowed in cold silence. It was too big and too empty. Every echo of my footsteps reminded me how alone I was.

Sometimes, it felt like Rapunzel was trapped in a tower. No one really saw her. No one understood her.

Except Eli and one look from him, and I felt seen. Exposed. Desired. Alive.

My phone rang suddenly. The sound sliced through the silence. I found it in my purse, and relief washed over me when I saw the name. Vivian. My sister.

I answered quickly. “Rowanne!”

“Oh, Vivian,” I sighed, climbing the stairs, trying to steady my voice. “Is something wrong?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot my wedding?”

I froze mid-step. My heart skipped. “What? No. I—” I swallowed. “I already arranged everything. I’ll be in Thailand next week.”

“Good!” she said cheerfully. “Better be early. I have a little surprise for you!”

She giggled, and before I could respond. The call ended.

I reached my room and sank onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The world felt too heavy.

Then it hit me, hard and clearer. I dialled her back immediately. When she picked up.

I said, “I’ll be there in two days.”

There was no hesitation in my voice this time. I needed distance. I needed to breathe again.

Maybe Thailand’s waters would cool what Eli Carter had ignited. Maybe time away would make him come to his senses.