Cole pursued her with undaunted, calculated determination. Alex’s resolved evasion continued with a growing sense of panic. He used the excuse of a love ballad they were working on for the next album to force her into near constant, one-on-one contact, pressing her at every available opportunity with lusty stolen kisses and sexy, heart-stopping glances. He pilfered caresses, brushing against her at every opportune moment, dropping innuendo after pointed, seductive innuendo. She couldn’t take anymore. Her resistance wasn’t that strong. Late one afternoon, after spending the better part of the day fending off Cole’s persuasive advances, her poise—and her resolve—was in shreds. She snuck away while he was otherwise occupied, hoping to steal a few moments to reinforce her resistance. Like a bloodhound, he tracked her down and cornered her in the kitchen, in much the same spot as he had that shocking night not so very long ago. Without a word, he stalked her back against the counter, trapping her with his body, pinning her with his sultry gaze.
