Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

“You’re right,” he answers. “It doesn’t mean much to me. I’ll see you at eight.”
The arrogance of this man, honestly. Like I’m going to jump just because he tells me to. I may
have agreed to go on one last “date” with him, but I didn’t say I’d do it tonight. It’s too soon. I haven’t
even recovered from our last encounter yet.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he sends me another message, thwarting any notion I might have of
standing him up again. “And remember, if you think to keep me waiting tonight, I can just let myself
in.”
I suck in a breath at the mere thought of him storming uninvited into my home.
Another message appears. “So, by all means, if you’d like help getting dressed…”
My shoulders slump in defeat, but the rest of me isn’t ready to give up yet. I type back a few
different responses, each more frustrated than the last, but the one I end up sending is a succinct,
“Fine.” I hate seeing the word on the screen. I type one more line that I hate even more, but I remind
myself this is the last time.
I only have to make it through one more night with him, then I’m free. Then I’ll never have to see
Calvin Cutler ever again.