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Her gaze narrowed, shifting to Reggie, who had an incredulous look on his face, as if I were supposed to acknowledge him. Her nostrils flared just the tiniest bit. “Oh, do I?”
“Yes.” I issued the clipped response.
Her jaw clenched. “What were we supposed to talk about?”
Damn you, Minx. She was going to make me pay for not accepting her gift. That meant one thing. There was still a chance.
“Your grade.”
Her cheeks blushed dark red, and only I knew she was angry. Little Miss Sunshine raged inside. Good. She needed to feel her rage.
“Right.” She nodded and looked back to Reggie. To him, she said, “Coffee next week, then?”
Reggie sighed, clearly disappointed. “Okay. Monday.” He handed me his test and walked toward the exit.
We were alone then, Anya and I, in the auditorium. No words were said for several beats. And I noticed her outfit. The same denim shorts and top she’d worn to my house. Not the same panties, I was sure. I’d ripped those clean off her.
“You won’t have coffee with him.” My voice was low, and even then, I risked it all to say my peace. “Ever.”
Anya’s breathing increased, and she handed me her test paper. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Meet me in my office. Now.”
I was going insane and being completely irresponsible. How could my whole life ride on this one small woman? This beautiful fixation I wanted to cherish?
Anya stood back, incredulous. “Fine, but then you will leave me alone.”
Anya left the auditorium, and I still couldn’t take in a full breath. This power she had over me was breaking me down, piece by piece.
Just after the noon hour, I arrived at my office. She was on the floor cross-legged against my closed office door, her shirt creased just so I could see she didn’t wear a bra either.
Fucking tease. She didn’t want me to leave her alone. The opposite, in fact.
“Get up,” I demanded.
Anya jumped, startled, looking up from her cell phone. She stood and ran her hands down the front of her shirt, maybe to smooth out the wrinkles. Maybe to wrinkle my restraint.
She stood behind me while I slid the key in the doorknob and unlocked it. Her heat wrapped around my neck, my throat. I stepped inside my office, boiling in my blazer. She eased in, slow and intentional, passing me and the doorframe, pausing to brush her pinky finger against the back of my hand.
Fucking hell. She wanted to play. Well, so did I.
I closed the door and locked it.
Chapter Thirteen
Anya Sanchez
The moment the door closed, Ursin grabbed me and pinned my back against the door. I yelped at the move I didn’t expect but should have. It was his way. This was how he exerted his power over me.
This is what I wanted since he made me leave his house one week ago.
His face was in mine, red and wild. “I’m conflicted, Anya. You make me not know anything.”
I thrust my face even closer to him, my lips a breath away from his. “This confliction is mutual, Sin.”
“Don’t fucking call me that, Minx.”
“You are sin, Mr. Miller. You’re my ticket to hell.”
