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“Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that?” he states.
“What?” I lie again. I felt it and I wish I hadn’t because mostly I just want to turn and run away, but the force compels me to stay.
“That insane chemistry we shouldn’t ignore. The insane chemistry we won’t be ignoring.”
“Won’t?”
“Hmmmm. Won’t. No, we won’t..” He moves closer, presses his large warm hands on the flat of my stomach and runs his fingers over the tight, taut skin.
It’s nothing. It’s supposed to be nothing but I feel it everywhere and it makes me wet. He moves to my lips and I think he’s going to kiss me. Only he doesn’t.
That dark predatory look comes back into his eyes and he steps back. I realize in that moment that those eyes of his are like windows, giving me glimpses of his thoughts. They’re not windows to his soul though.
Looking at him and the darkness I see - I’m not sure he has one.
No soul, just a void. It’s not good. But he’s right that what I feel rushing over me is magnetism so fierce it takes over my mind and body. It pushes my soul to the back of beyond with all my dreams that live there.
What I feel is desire for this stranger and it makes me forget.
“Interview first,” he says with a wild chuckle, then his deep masculine voice continues, “I want you to dance for me… Mia.”
“Dance?”
“Nice and slow and run your hands over your breasts. Dance like you want me to watch you… dance and touch yourself the way you want me to… touch you.”
My mouth is the driest it’s ever been. Desert dry and like I’ve been eating the dirt of the Mojave itself.
I stare at him, deep, deep into those eyes of his and the heavy arousal that shimmers in the depths is so enticing it makes me forget why I’m here.
I actually forget as I focus on him and think of his instructions to touch myself the way I want him to touch me. It makes my pulse race and blood heat with the same arousal I’m witnessing dancing in his stare.
It all compels me to take a step over to the dark side and do as he says. I think about the way I want him to touch me, and the way I want him to watch me.
I close my eyes and imagine it, then I start to move and sway like I actually hear music. Soft and faint… sexy and sensual.
Feeling the heat of his gaze on me, my hands do what he asked, moving up to my breasts, cupping them first and running over and down them.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Mia,” he commands.
The need in his voice reaches somewhere deep inside me so I do.
I open my eyes and I see he’s looking at me touching my breasts. That hunger has now hiked up to need.
More than just lust, and desire. Something in his stare captivates me because he looks like he wants to own me.
Possess me and make me his. It pushes me deeper down this rabbit hole I fell into and it’s like I’m reaching out to cling onto something.
I have gone crazy. The shit that’s happening at home has screwed with my brain and I’m not the Harvard graduate anymore.
I’m not the same Mia Chase. I’m not the academic achiever who just wanted to climb the ladder of success and be the best version of myself.
I’m this person, but… not the woman who’s hit rock bottom. I’m the woman this man sees and desires. I’m her and something makes me want to be her and do exactly what he says.
To escape….
“Hands back to your nipples, run your fingers over them,” he speaks in that low rasp again, eyes never leaving my body.
I do it.
