Quietly, I step back again, but suddenly, the door before me flies open, and Serena’s gaze locks on to me, as if she knew exactly where I was.
Her face is set tight, lips pressed together and determined. Even from here, I can see her chest rising and falling fast, like she’s all worked up.
Reaching out, she fists my white button-up and yanks me forward, pulling me into the room and releasing me when I’m fully inside.
Standing back a few feet from me, she scowls, biting the inside of her cheek and shaking her head ever so slightly.
I catch myself, the door swinging behind me.
It clicks shut, and the sound is a warning, a beacon calling out and telling me that I’m all alone, trapped in a room with a very angry Serena.
I’m right where I want to be and absolutely terrified at the same time, but the fear could be caused by the rage rolling off of her in boiling waves.
“So.Predictable.” She clicks her tongue in disappointment.
“Bates Finnegan.” My name leaves her lips, dripping with hatred and frustration.
But there’s a depth to the way she says it, an understanding that shouldn’t exist, not with the unmasked version of myself standing before her.
Her arms cross over her chest, making her tits bulge up in her dress. If I wasn’t trying to keep my secret identity under wraps, I’d already have her pressed against me, palming her breasts and claiming them with greedy flicks of my tongue.
My gaze can’t help but to flicker down at the thought, just for a moment, before meeting her stare again.
I find her even angrier than before, and my murmur is the match that lights her fuse. “So beautiful, Serena.”
She snaps, becoming unglued like I’ve never seen.
Striding forward, she pushes me, shoving my chestuntil I’m backed up against the door, her fingertips digging into my abs.
“Of courseyou’dfollow me,” she spits out.
Shit. She knew I was trailing her?
Hopefully, that’s all she knows.
“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t lost.” I smirk, trying to play it off.
Something shifts over her, a tantalizing aura of sex appeal and confidence. “Really? Are you sure you didn’t wantthis?” Her fingers tiptoe down her hip, her eyes still glued on mine as her hand trails lower, finding the bare skin of her thigh, exposed from the slit in her burgundy satin dress. “Are you sure you weren’t following me just to make a move?”
Fucking hell. She’s toying with me.
I’ve never been happier.
Maybe this is it, when she starts to like the real me.
Then can we drop the act of hatred?
We both know we’re drawn toward one another. We have been since the beginning.
Hooking her finger into the crook of the satin, she tugs it up an inch. And another. And another until I’m nearly panting, my cock throbbing in my slacks.
Nope, we’re not lifting that another inch, or I’m going to bust the zipper.
My hand lashes out, pulling her dress back down, knowing damn well that I’m seconds from peeling it off her body if she continues.
“What are you doing?” My words are thick and heavy, accusatory.
She smirks, but it morphs into a sneer, her eyes darkening. “Howcouldyou?”
