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He leads me to his desk, where he leans, my legs cocooning themselves between his.
“Nothing.” I grab one of his hands with my own, but he lets go of me, his hand traveling to my hip instead. The last thing I want to talk about right now is Harv.
We’re done—there’s nothing left to discuss.
“Then why do you look like you’re going to be sick?”
“There’s nothing, okay?” I’m pulling away from him, and I hate the absence of his touch as much as I hate the absence of a good thrill.
“No.”
“No?” I test, my patience wearing thin.
Today is a shitty day. Today sucks.
I want to go home. Scratch that. I want to go to Gia’s and wear long fuzzy socks and one of Damon’s sweaters and read. Or watch movies with Athena and see princes through her eyes. See happily ever after through her innocent, clueless eyes.
“Will you ever learn?” he asks when I head for the door. I turn, giving him my attention while he continues, “To say what you mean and say how you feel?”
“I say what I mean,” I tell him through gritted teeth. The foreign feeling in my throat is bigger, more invasive. I can’t get rid of it. The woman inside me is screaming again, ready to explode. She’s banging on the walls.
Bang, bang, bang.
“Do you really?”
“Yes, Damon—I do!”
He walks off his desk and takes long strides to me. “Then what’s going on in that head of yours right now?” He’s searching my eyes, exploring, looking for answers I don’t even have.
“You know what...” I walk into his arms, pulling his red tie to me. He looks like a dashing man of power in his black suit, crisp white shirt, and a red satin tie. “I’ve waited long enough to have sex with you, Damon. Either you fuck me, or I’ll find someone who will.” I release a shaky breath as I deliver my threat in warning.
I don’t even recognize my voice—my words—nor the strong conviction in them.
In an instant, his eyes harden. God, this day is going to be the worst. Why did I have to poke the monster?
His hand grabs my chin, forcing me to look up, pulling my body closer to him.
“Is that a threat? You’re treading a dangerous line...” He squeezes slightly harder this time.
I nod, swallowing down my nerves. “Good. I want to cross it.”
He narrows his eyes.
I want more, so much more, Damon. But I’ll start with sex.
“You’re right.” He lets go of me until his fingers hold on to the bottom of my dress. He brings it as high as he can considering the tightness of it. “Why am I considering yourfeelingswhen I can have your pussy?” The flame spreads from his fingers across my sex as he traces the top of my red thong. He tugs down both sides until it falls to the base of my ankles.
I should recoil at the harshness in his voice, at his choice of words. He’s giving me back a warning of his own, that I’ll never own his heart.
I’ll never truly have this man.
Still, I step out of the thong, and Damon takes it, tucking it inside the pocket of his black trousers.
“Tonight.”
“Tonight?”
He walks back to his desk and sits down—all power, all man, all sex.
