QUOTE : So,” Roland says, rolling it off his tongue until that one little word sounds obscene. “What’s my punishment for peeping?” No words. None. This man makes my blood boil. He leaves me torn between punching him smack in the jaw and telling him to go back to hell—or else doing something so rotten I’m sure it means jail time. I’m paralyzed with choices. Finally, my hand decides for me. I square my jaw, stretch up on my toes, and—while he locks up, staring at me with wide eyes—grasp a fistful of his hair, and yank. I’m not trying to make him bald or anything. I just want to make a point. But I’m not expecting the way his breath catches. The way he goes stock-still with a vibrant intensity, and a faint, rough sound catches in the back of his throat. Something that sounds like pleasure. His eyes close, the expression on his face searing into my head—until I realize what I’m doing and just how insane he’s made me. Snatching my hand back, I retreat a step, struggling to catch my breath. Roland’s eyes drift open slowly, lingering in a slow, searching burn. “Interesting. I had no idea you were so kinky, Miss Landry,” he whispers. Oh. Oh, frick. I’ve done it now.