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“Good. I think it will work best between us if”—his eyes grow heavy, and his lips curl at the edge like there’s something going on in that head of his that is far more sinister than what he’s actually saying—“you’re completely at my disposal.”
I feel my breath hitch in my chest at the way he said that, and I know that’s the reaction he was going for. I clench my hands tighter together in my lap as I stare at him.
“So now we’re back to this?” He tilts his head at my question. “This game of playing nice, then pretending I don’t exist later.”
“Oh, I think you have it the other way around, young lady. I’m not the one playing games.”
“You think I’m playing games?”
“How is it that you go from the confident woman in my classroom who’s ready to bite my head off, demanding my attention in the hallway by shouting at me, to this timid, meek little thing with her hands folded in her lap like I could get away with anything?”
My lips fall open as he pushes himself off the desk, coming to stand directly in front of me. He towers over me, another intimidation tactic, I'm sure.
“Speechless, just like you were at the interview yesterday morning. Then you go asking naughty little questions at our lunch yesterday, teasing me. Look at me.”
My eyes dart upward at his command.
“Naughty questions?” The words barely squeak out of my throat.
Is that what this is about?
“Mm-hmm. You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
I slowly shake my head no.
“Do I intimidate you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He smiles a wry grin. “Now, run along, please.”
I both hate and like his dismissive attitude toward me. It makes me want to be defiant. To tell him to make me. Instead, I stand on wobbly legs and turn toward the door, reaching for the handle, but before I can, I feel him so close behind me, the warmth from his chest radiating against my back.
“Allow me,” he says, his mouth near my ear as he extends one arm to grab the handle, the other coming to rest so gently against my hip bone. The contact startles me and I drop the book that was in my lap earlier.
Without thinking, I bend down to retrieve it, jutting my ass directly into his crotch that was barely two inches from me.
I hear his sharp intake of breath as his fingers dig into my hip bone and a slight groan falls from his lips.
“Fuck.”
His head lulls forward as his hand moves from the handle to rest flatly against the door. I stand still, turning my head slightly as I feel him harden against me.
“Sorry.” The word is barely a whisper.
“Don’t be.” His words are strained. “But if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stand up right now and walk through that door.”
After his playing games talk, I should know better, but instead of obeying him, I goad him.
“Or what?” I ask sweetly. “You’ll give me a gentle reminder?” I use his words from when he gave me a lecture about having a backbone.
His hand moves swiftly from the door to my back. He slides it up my spine, grabbing a handful of my hair as he tugs it gently, pulling me back against him even harder.
“Or you’ll find out what kind of man I actually am.”
Hearing his threat sends fire running through my veins. I feel myself grow slick with desire in an instant as he grabs the door handle. This time, he doesn’t hesitate and pulls the door open, shoves me into the hallway, then slams it loudly behind me.
Chapter 7
