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I tilt my head as I lock eyes with her. “I want you to paint one specifically for me. A work of art no one else will have access to.”
“Wow, don’t ask for the impossible,” she sasses me.
“You have two months.”
“Why only two months?” she asks as she walks toward me.
“I’m only helping out at St. Monarch’s until then.”
Her eyes flit to my face as we leave her suite, then she mutters, “I’ll have to up my flirting game.”
Letting out a chuckle, I shake my head. “God, help me.”
For the first time since I met Abigail, I’m not overcome with the desire to strangle her.
When we walk into the studio, I say, “Get your ass on the sparring mat.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmurs, her voice filled with seduction.
She takes a fighting stance, mischief dancing in her eyes.
As I circle her slowly, I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. Abigail stopped flirting with me, and I practically begged her to start again.
For weeks she’s been driving me insane, and when she stopped, it pissed me off to no end.
Before I can make sense of my emotions and thoughts, I dart forward. I swipe her feet from under her, and the moment she hits the floor, I’m on top of her.
This time when I grab hold of her wrists, she ducks toward me and uses the strength she’s managed to gain over the past weeks to push me to the side. I give her the win so it will encourage her.
When I roll off of her, the woman straddles me. Her lashes lowering as she says, “I like this position.”
Twisting my body, I throw her off while I mutter, “I’m sure you do.”
We wrestle for a moment, but knowing she has to up her game if she wants to fight off a man, I pin her to the mat.
“I’m stronger than you. How do you get me off you?”
She bites her bottom lip, then taunts me, “Who says I want to get you off me?”
Glaring at Abigail, I shake my head. “Stop with the flirting for one second and focus on the training. You’ve been captured, and there’s a man on top of you. What do you do?”
She brings her knee up against my back, then twists her body hard. I tighten my hold on her arms, forcing her back.
“Jesus,” she mutters. “You’re like a mountain. I can’t get you off.”
“Fight harder, Abigail!” I bark.
She strains against my hold, and as I think she’s giving up again, she turns her head and sinks her teeth into my forearm.
A smile spreads over my face as I let go of her wrist. She doesn’t hesitate and delivers a punch to the side of my neck. The blow stings, and again I give her the win as I climb to my feet.
“Good.” I wait for her to stand up, then say, “Never wait to attack.”
My words aren’t even cold when Abigail darts forward. Her foot slams into my ankles, and she drops me to my ass.
Throwing her arms in the air, she lets out a happy shriek which is cut short when I sweep her feet from under her. The second she hits the mat, she turns onto her side and pushes her upper body from the floor.
I’m on top of her before she can make another move, pushing her front down onto the mat.
