"But—"
"Karma," his voice lowers to a hush, "do as you are told."
"Fine, fine, I’ll do it." I squeeze my thighs together. "No need to go all alpha on me."
"You like it when I do."
"That’s what you think." I toss my head as I grab the glass of juice and sip from it.
He merely arches an eyebrow, indicating he knows that I am lying. Hell, I know I am lying. But so what? It’s either that or confess that I want him to own me, to possess me, to wrap his arms around me, before he grabs my throat, pushes me up into the wall, then shoves his thigh between mine and sinks his— I cough and sputter as the juice goes down the wrong way. Damn it. I place my glass back on the table.
Once the coughing subsides, I frown at him, "So, what are the stupid precautions you wanted to talk about?"
"I’ll tell you when the time is right." He rises to his feet. "Meanwhile, I have something I want to show you."