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“Watch me.” I swallowed. “I want you to leave...”
“I would believe that, but you say things you don’t mean all the time.”
The tension between us was damn near palpable, and I could feel my blood heating every second he stood there staring at me. I tried to move away, but he gripped my hips.
“You told me you were a lawyer, Aubrey...” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “You told me you were twenty seven years old.”
“I never said I was twenty seven. You assumed.”
“It was on your f**king profile!” He pushed my back against the wall. “You never thought to correct me whenever I said I was only five years older than you...I’m ten years older than you.”
“I didn’t think I would ever meet you in person,” I barely managed to say as he pressed his chest against mine.
“That excuses your lies?”
“I said I was sorry, and it was clearly a huge mistake to ever befriend you. You didn’t even give me a chance to completely explain.”
“Do you not understand how f**ked up this situation is?”
“No...” I murmured as our lips touched.
“I’ve been looking forward to f**king the woman who teased me every night for nearly six months,” he whispered, sliding his fingers underneath my towel. “I wanted her to ride me.” He trailed his hand up my thigh and rubbed his thumb against my clit. “On my c**k and my mouth. And I wanted to teach her how to taste me...Don’t you think this woman f**ked all of that up?”
I shook my head in response; I couldn’t handle the way he was looking at me.
“You said you weren’t my type when I asked what you looked like.” He pulled away from my mouth, but he kept his thumb against my clit. “But you clearly are. Why did you lie about something as simple as that?””
“You didn’t tell me what you looked like, so—”
“Stop deflecting.” He hissed, and took a step back. “Tell me the reasoning. I’ve already figured out your reasoning for the other bullshit lies. By the way, no self-respecting lawyer would ever let another lawyer do their work for them.”
“Only a self-absorbed ass**le who wants to seem deeper than he really is would call himself Thoreau.”
“Good to finally see the version of you that I remember.” He took another step back and crossed his arms. “Answer my question.”
“Fuck you.” I scoffed. “I told you I was sorry, begged you to listen to me, and now when you feel like talking, you think you can barge into my apartment and make me?”
“I haven’t made you do anything.” He smirked. “Yet.”
Silence.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for me to speak, but I couldn’t get a word out.
Look away from him...Look away from him...
As if he knew the power his gaze was having on me, he grinned and picked up one of my makeshift martinis.
Lifting one of the cherries from the liquor, he placed it against his lips. “Do you plan on standing there all night and looking at me, or are you going to answer my question?”
“No,” I said, finally looking away from him. “After the way you treated me in your office today, I don’t owe you a goddamn thing. You can stand there all night for all I care.” I walked towards my room. “There’s even a sandwich delivery coming if you decide to—”
My breath caught in my throat as he grabbed me from behind and pulled me against his chest. He quickly spun me around so we were face to face, and then he ripped my towel from around my body, letting it fall to the floor.
The cherry he’d picked up was in his mouth, and he was pressing it on my lips—silently commanding me to open up and eat it.
I stuck out my tongue to take it, but before sliding it to me, he whispered, “Don’t chew...I want to see how capable you are of swallowing.”
