Chapter 53

(Emily's POV)

I should not have wailed harpy so many times. Now, it was going to screw me over, verbatim.

"It seizes one to learn one, doesn't it?" My voice shook. With each step he took toward me, I emulated in the opposite direction until I was placed behind the couch, a simple part of furniture the only division between us.

"Hmm... we don't know each other that well yet, but we will." A devastated piece of porcelain crunched beneath his boot.

"You act like it will be remarkable for me," I retorted, compelled to the front of the settee when he stepped around it.

"I'm sure it'll be dissimilar to your experiences with nurse boys."

Frustration burrowed beneath my skin. That was the same thought that directed me into the devil's arms, positioning me in a place to be circling a couch to stay away from him. "There is no nurse boys."

His eyes constricted dangerously as he braced his hands on the back of the couch. "Maybe not, but they are a pussy."

"You don't even know me," I indicted.