“Me?”She presses her hand to her chest, pretending to look shocked, the movement drawing my attention to the way her blouse clings to her curves.“Little old me?What could I possibly have done?”
“The hair.The packages.The fucking newsletters about baldness.”
She scoffs.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I take another step toward her, close enough now that I can see the way her pulse flutters at the base of her throat.“Oh, you don’t, do you?”
“Nope.”The word comes out breathless, but her eyes never waver from mine.She’s pissed that I figured it out, but she’s not about to admit defeat.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”I move closer still, backing her toward the wall.She could sidestep me easily, but she doesn’t.Instead, she lets me crowd her space, her breathing growing shallow.
“I don’t think I’m clever,” she says, her back hitting the wall beside the door.“I know I am.”
The wind whips her hair across her face, and without thinking, I reach up to brush it away.My fingers graze her cheek, and she inhales sharply, her eyes darkening.
“I hope you had fun watching me squirm,” I murmur, bracing one hand against the wall beside her head.She’s trapped now, but she doesn’t look scared.She looks triumphant.
“Oh, I did.”Her voice is husky.“I was hoping you’d have a complete breakdown.Such a pity you held it together.”
“Where’d you get the hair from, Eve?”I lean in closer, close enough that our bodies are almost touching.I can feel the heat radiating off her despite the cold air.
She holds my gaze for a few seconds, her tongue darting out to wet her lips—a gesture that makes my jeans uncomfortably tight.“Costume shop around the corner.Very realistic wigs.”She leans forward, balancing herself on her toes, until her lips are almost brushing my ear.“I told you I’d make you pay.”
Her breath against my skin sends electricity shooting down my spine.“You’re enjoying this,” I accuse, my voice rougher than I intended.
“Immensely.Seeing you panic for the past few days has been the highlight of my daily routine.”She doesn’t try to deny it, instead giving me a sneer.“Problem?”
“You gave the courier specific instructions to announce what they were delivering.”
“Best twenty bucks I ever spent.”She’s practically purring with satisfaction, and the sound goes straight to my cock.“Did you like the Hair Transplant Quarterly?I picked that one out especially for you.”
I brace my other hand against the wall.“You’re a vindictive little thing, aren’t you?”
“I prefer ‘creative.’”Her eyes flash with challenge.“Besides, you started this with your juvenile princess wrapping paper.I just finished it with style.”
“This isn’t finished,” I warn, my voice dropping to barely above a whisper.
“No?”She tilts her head, studying me like I’m a puzzle she’s trying to solve.“What are you going to do about it?More glittery revenge?Please.I’m not some college girl you can intimidate with your pretty face and trust fund attitude.”
“My pretty face?”I can’t help but smirk.
Her cheeks flush, but her voice remains steady.“Don’t let it go to your head.I’ve seen prettier.”
“Liar.”
The challenge hangs between us, loaded with implications neither of us are willing to acknowledge.The wind picks up.I can see goosebumps rising on her arms, can feel the way her body trembles.
“You’re cold,” I observe, my gaze dropping to where her nipples are visible through the thin fabric of her blouse.
“I’m fine,” she says, but her voice wavers slightly.
“You’re shivering.”I shift closer, and she presses herself harder against the wall, trying to maintain distance between us.
“Get away from me,” she hisses.
“Make me.”
For a moment, we just stare at each other, the air between us thick with animosity and unspoken desire.Then she laughs scornfully.
