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Chapter twenty-six
There was a deafening silence in the spacious room as she waited for his reply.
The rate at which she was close to him nearly made her falter; his expensive perfume gracing her nostrils, his dangerous but hot looks caressing her eyes and his presence, intimidating.
His gaze met hers, searched hers, as if he could find the answers in them yet, he wouldn't utter a word.
"What now, Cat got your tongue?" she elicited, but still he didn't say a thing.
he must have been preparing a firing speech somewhere in there but before he was ready to spit whatsoever, she wanted to air her mind.
"You will probably have it again, but not until I'm done with you, Mister Woods." She continued. "If that is what you do to survive, then count me out and— " She stopped.
He wasn't looking at her, so, she took it as an opportunity to scan him allover. Her eyes roamed his beautiful face then his barely noticeable exposed Adam's apple protruding at the top
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