She licked her lips. For all intents and purposes, he'd have control of her. Her willingness to go along with this would allow Ethan to succeed where Flinch had so far failed— would give him the access Jason had wanted but couldn't fully control.
"Damn it, Shirley, I'm not Flinch. Or Jason."
He rose and moved around the desk, stopping only a foot away from her. She bit her lip and backed away a step. Her back hit the wall. The wood paneling felt cool against her palms when compared to the fire of his gaze.
"I don't want control of your mind—or your body—or anything else, for that matter. When will you get that through your head? I just want you to trust me."
She stared at him. Deep in his eyes she saw a flicker of longing and knew in that instant he wanted something more than he'd ever admit or allow.
"Just tell me what you intend to do."
