She’d catch that fucker! He had no idea what was happening, but here he was, trembling with anticipation. Meanwhile, at the gym where Amanda shot her workout videos, she was trying to keep her cool and collected composure while her mind was racing like a Formula 1 car. The rage in her heart had been so intense, but now it was giving way to something else entirely. But she kept her expression neutral, her body taut with anger. “Well, they are kind of a big target, aren’t they,” she said, her voice letting out a slight laugh. You’re going to do exactly as I say, or I’ll make your life a living hell,” she hissed. “I do not want to hold your hand. Today she wore a nice outfit, her mother’s brand, which she had to admit, hugged her curves in all the right places. It was almost like he had a backbone, strange! His touch was rough, as if he were trying to claim her, to mark her as his own. Amanda rolled her eyes, her disdain clear. But James was not to be denied.
