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“I’ thatI slam my jaw shut

“Prude,” Angel teases, just as his dress pants slip down froht of his powerful thighs nearly causes me to lose my breath They clench and ripple as e appears behind his tight briefs; it’s nearly irresistible

“I’ives in to peer pressure”

“I’ forward so that his package is nearly eye level My gaze wants so badly to snap onto the steaive in I stareto help His effervescent glint of green glih my soul as he stares down at me

“That’s right, you’re just a bully,” I whisper, trying to hold back the quiver in my throat

“No, I’m not you’re bully, either,” he teases

“Then, what are you to me? My captor? My tormentor?”

“I’m your future fiancé”

Angel’s voice is low and deep and coed by years as a leader of her than me—but when he says ‘fiancé’, it’s so unexpected that I can’t help but laugh

The hunky brute seeod Usually men in such precarious positions don’t take kindly to a woh or so I’ve been told

But it’s clear that I’ to laugh at there Physically, he’s so perfect it’s nearly stressful, but when a dark Adonis says so so unexpected at a tiirl can do but chuckle

“Funny, huh?” Angel says, holding back a smirk

“Fiancée I didn’t know you spoke French,” I tease

“I speak whatever language benefits me the most”

“Well, if you were trying to h, then mission accomplished, Frenchie”