Evan doesn’t touch me. Ever.
So, this is…
Well, I’m not sure what it is, but I know I like it.
He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. My stomach somersaults, as a steady pulse thrums between my thighs, hot and unwelcome. I resist the urge to squeeze them together.
“My office. Now.” he hisses.
I blink out of my haze, rolling my eyes.
“I think I’ll make a wager,” I murmur sweetly. “Every time you say the words, ‘my office, now,’you give me a hundred bucks. Deal?”
He sneers, derision lacing every inch of his tone. “This isn’t some silly, childish game Anais. It’s work. And you set out to deliberately disobey me.” My brows jump and he smirks. “I saw your little performance in the lobby. You’re sofucking predictable, it’s almost funny. When you’re here, you’re expected to act professionally,” he says, his lip curling in disdain. The look on his face tells me, I won’t like what he says next. “But I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve always been a brat; I shouldn’t have expected any different. I don’t know why my father thought giving you a chance here would be a good idea.”
Each scathing word slams into me, knocking my confidence. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. I can feel eyes on us. Watching. Judging.
“You don’t know anything about me.” I snap, my voice strong despite the tremble in my body.
His eyes widen slightly, surprise and curiosity flickering there.
It’s clear he didn’t expect me to fight back.
I shove the brown paper bag holding his lunch into his chest, saying in my most sickly-sweet voice. “Enjoy your lunch, asshole. I need to get back to work so Janice can take her break.”
I yank my wrist out of his hold and walk away, head held high. The heat of his stare burns a hole in my back, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of looking back. My body, the traitor that it is, floods with arousal from his touch.
I need to get my body on the same page as my brain. Because we hate Evan Maxwell.
But even as I think it, I know it’s a lie. He can embarrass, mock and humiliate me all he likes.
But he won’t break me.
No, I’ll show him exactly what I’m made of.
And by the time I’m finished?
He’ll be the one on his knees.
Chapter 7
Evan
Istorm back to my office, seething. And not just because Anais was late returning with my lunch. No. What really pisses me off is that I’ve let her get under my skin. Again, I should know better than to engage with her. Especially when I know damn well she pulls these kinds of stunts just to provoke me.
Her little show in the lobby was evidence of that.
What the little brat doesn’t know is that I have access to every security camera in this building. I watched the whole thing from my computer. Watched her smug smile grow wider with every minute that ticked by.
What really caught my eye is when she checked her watch then leisurely planted her ass down on one of the leather couches like she had all the time in the world. She pulled her phone from her purse, fingers flying across the screen, that sly smirk curling her pouty lips. Was she texting someone? Talking about me?
And the more worrying question? Why the hell do I care?
My jaw tightens. I exhale slowly, leaning back in my chair.
It hasn’t even been a full day, and already I’ve had enough of her invading my space.
Sighing, I pull my lunch from the brown paper bag, punching the straw into my juice, and taking a long sip. Then I unwrap my usual clean, protein packed, sub. Anais had an opinion about it of course. And yeah, I admit, maybe I am a bit of a health nut, but you don’t get an eight-pack gorging on burgers and fries. I spend hours at the gym, along with eating a balanced healthy diet to keep myself in shape. I’m not throwing that away because Anais doesn’t approve.
