If only someone would come and interrupt them, bring her torment to an end. But no one did, and she was left with no alternative other than to listen to him. ‘I don’t accept for one minute that the motives of you or your friend were as altruistic as you would have me believe,’ he told her. ‘I’m telling you the truth. If you can’t accept that then that’s your problem.’ ‘No,’ he told her harshly. ‘You are not telling me the truth.’ His presence encircled her now. She could neither step forward nor back. He had bent his head to speak quietly into her ear, and now a thousand delicate nerve-endings were being tortured by the warmth of his breath. She felt hot and dizzy, with a torrent of sensations cascading through her caused by the fact that he had breached the polite barrier of personal space that should have existed between them. She had to say something. She had to stand her ground. But she could hardly breathe, never mind that her flesh was almost screaming out a feral cry of panicked fear.
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