Morgan's eyebrows wrinkled, putting a shadow over his face. The gleam in his blue eyes showed how surprised he was. The fullness of his mouth, which made his countless lovers think there might be a hint of tenderness in him, turned out to be an illusion that has now been pressed into a menacing line.
With a mix of disbelief and anger in his voice, he asked, "What do you mean, no?" He said it in a way that made it sound like he couldn't believe anyone would dare to say no.
The question hung in the air like a quiet request for an answer. He narrowed his eyes and looked for any sign that Melody was weak or hesitating in her answer. The tension in the room was evident as they locked eyes in a battle of wills.
Every part of her body told her to turn around and find safety. The knot in her stomach, the heat that washed over her skin, and her rising fear should have been enough to make her run away from the storm that was coming.
