DARK SEDUCTION{STEAMY SHORT STORIES}
“What’s there to doubt?”
He leaned back, studying me like he was peeling me apart layer by layer. “That little facade you wear. The good girl kind. A bookworm. The type who spends her nights in her room with a blanket, reading, knitting, home early from work, asleep before midnight. Is that really all there is to you?”
I froze as I felt my throat tightening. A bookworm? Knitting? What was wrong with that? Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small.