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– Stay away, – I warned as I saw him approaching. – Do not dare!

– All of you … – he grinned hostilely, came closer, so that I was literally cornered. The line of his mouth twisted into a wry smile. – All-e-e … – he stretched out, resting his palm on the wall near my head. He sniffed and winced. – Sales. Selling…

– What are you carrying?!

I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist tightly. He narrowed his eyes again and bent down, drawing the air from my throat noisily. His bristles pricked my skin, but I felt only a chill running down my back. Unpleasant, twisting nerves with fear, a feeling of someone else’s closeness. Dangerous proximity, unacceptable. Looks like I’ve finally regained my sanity. Max’s hand landed on my waist, fingers pressing into my body.

– Stop it! She dug into his wrist and tried to pull her hand away.

Panic gripped me. Almost like the evening when he pressed me against the car, only… As if the very essence of it was different. I didn’t want those touches, I didn’t want his closeness, his fingers! Leaning on me, he began to lift up the hem of the dress. A nasty lump rolled up in my throat, the chill that I felt turned into a shiver.