My heart does a little flip, and I have to force myself to look away.
He doesn't even glance at me as I slip out of the bathroom and head for the door. The silence between us is thick with unspoken words, with the memory of what just happened, with the promise of what's still to come.
I pause at the door, my hand on the knob.
I want to say something. I want to protest, to beg, to demand. But I know it’s useless.
I’m not the one in charge here.
And as terrifying as that should be, there’s a part of me that finds it deeply, profoundly thrilling.
I walk out of the office, closing the door quietly behind me.
I sink into my chair, and the subtle shift of my body sends a fresh jolt of awareness through me. I'm hyper-sensitive. The smoothleather of my chair feels rough against my bare skin. The seam of my skirt presses directly against my clit, a constant, maddening pressure that’s both a tease and a torment.
I cross my legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure. It only works a little.
I'm a mess.
I stare at my computer screen, but the words blur into meaningless shapes. I can't focus. I can't think. All I can think about is him.
His hands, his mouth, his voice.
The way he looked at me.
The way he made me feel.
The way he denied me.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I have to press my thighs together to stop the tremor.
God, what is he doing to me?
This is madness.
This is dangerous.
This is… the most alive I’ve ever felt.
Chapter Thirty
Nico
An hour later, I’m still on a conference call, my eyes on Erica through the security footage on my monitor.
She's struggling.
She’s trying so hard to appear normal, to be professional. She’s typing, responding to emails, answering the phone, but there’s a tension in her shoulders, a restlessness in her movements that gives her away.
Every so often, she shifts in her chair, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, and I know she’s thinking about me. About what I did to her. About what I’m still doing to her.
A slow smile spreads across my face.
I like her like this.
And whether she's ready to admit it or not, she likes it too.
“Nico, are you still with us?” a voice crackles through the speaker.
