I needed to make a good first impression on her mind.
As for her body, I could always leave a good impression on it.
Either way, playing the gentleman seemed like the right move.
Pouncing around might not do any better. Sabrina was a dirty case, someone who seemed to treat men like trash, but this woman seemed reserved.
For about three seconds.
Her hand yanked back from my grip with surprising strength, and before I could react, her other hand was moving—palm aimed straight for my face in what would have been a solid slap.
"Who are you?!" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.
My hand shot up, catching her wrist mid-strike. My fingers wrapped around her slender wrist, feeling her pulse hammering beneath my grip.
I pulled her closer, using her momentum against her, until our bodies were nearly touching.
