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It’s like the flick of a lighter sparking in the darkness when he says it. A lick of flame igniting where it shouldn’t.
Are you going to be a good girl?
My jaw tightens. Gavan’s flinty eyes gleam as his lips curl, spotting the defiance in my silence.
“The clock is ticking,” he growls. “Tick-fucking-tock, Eilish. Lest you forget, one hundred and twenty-four million, five hundred thousand dollars is more than enough money to go to war over.”
I swallow. “So that extra five hundred thousand is back on the ticket?”
He smiles coldly. “My charity has run dry. War looms. Your family finding outexactlythe murderous type of girl that you are also looms—”
“Fuck you—”
I gasp, choking as his arm shoots out and his thick, tattooed fingers grip my jaw tightly, tilting my head up to his gaze.
“Speak to me like that again,solnishka, and I’ll find another use for that mouth.”
Sweet fucking Jesus.
Just like a moment ago when he said “good girl”, a spark inside of me flickers and licks at the darkness.
“Ten. Nine. Eight—”
“Okay!” I blurt. “Okay! I’ll get you your freaking cappuccino, okay?!”
Gavan smiles ruthlessly, saying nothing as he lets his veined hand drop from my jaw. He turns and casually strolls over to the dark leather tufted couch by the windows and sinks into it before crossing his legs, his arms draped across the back casually. He lifts a brow as I stand there, my face burning.
“I’m waiting.”
A lump lodges in my throat as I slowly turn away from him. I wet my lips, shaking as I reach around to find the zipper at the back of the dress. I can feel the fabric peel away from my skin, from my nape down to the middle of my back, exposing the clasp of my bra.
Shivering, I pull my arms free and push the dress down over my chest, still facing away from him, but feeling his smoldering gaze tracing over my bare skin.
I twist my hips as I slide the dress further down, pausing for a moment.
“Seven. Six—”
“I’m doing it, okay?” I hiss quietly, my face throbbing with shame and something else. I slip the dress the rest of the way down, blushing furiously when I have to bend at the waist, feeling his eyes on my ass as I start to remove my heels.
“Leave them on.”
My core clenches as I nod quietly, slipping the dress over the shoes. I stand, awkwardly holding the dress I was so pleased with myself for choosing for today’s meeting. I fold it in half and numbly place it on his immaculate desk.
I am now standing—for the first time ever, I might add—in front of a man in nothing but my underwear.
“Two percent milk. No sugar. Dusting of cinnamon.”
I nod and start to walk over to the espresso machine.
“I prefer verbal answers, Eilish.”
I grit my teeth, my jaw tensing. “Okay.”
“Not ‘okay’. Yes.”
“Excuse me?” I mutter, turning to glare at him over my shoulder.
Gavan smiles smugly at me. “When I ask you for something, you will sayyes, notokay. Let’s try that again. I’ll have my cappuccino now.”
