He wanted to rub his hands together in glee, feeling like a pirate who had just discovered his chest of shiny gold. “You can let her go. She’s not going anywhere, are you Miss Dawson?” He continued to stare until she raised her head and acknowledged him. He sensed the war taking place inside her and knew the reason for her hesitation. Rebecca was not the type of woman to give her word lightly. To give herself over to a man she didn’t desire. They both knew that if she walked away from the guard, she’d be giving up complete control. To him. He breathed a sigh of relief when the guard released her and she took a step toward him. Then another, then another. She stopped just a few inches away. Looking at her gorgeous head of brown hair, he resisted the temptation to stroke it, to reassure her that she had made the right decision. “You can go now, Stan. Lock the elevator behind you.”
