Page 38 of Obsession

“Want to bet you’ll push my hair back in the next five seconds?”

Well, now he seemed to like it, and I didn’t.

I snorted, convinced he couldn’t do anything to me, until the hand on my butt became restless. He squeezed then pinched it hard. I cried out and tried to push his hand away, but it was hard to reach, especially as he kept pushing me against the wall.

“Thinking about it, don’t, I don’t mind at all what I’m about to do to you.”

It was just at that moment that I realized that my outfit consisted only of my exercise gear, which included a pair of high-stretch, flimsy shorts. He took advantage of them, and his hand wandered under the fabric. I winced as I felt his cold fingers on my skin.

“Harris, stop it.”

“Make me.”

God, who did he think he was? How had I gotten into this predicament with him when we’d only spoken for the first time that morning? The ridiculousness of the situation annoyed me more than what he was doing.

His palm didn’t stop. In fact, it was moving towards a dangerous spot. I noticed his cheeky grin and let out an exasperated breath as I pushed back the strands of hair covering his eyes. A triumphant smile played around his mouth, and even with his hair disheveled, he still looked incredibly sexy. I wanted to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

I was in disbelief over my own thoughts.

He grinned, stopping the movement but refusing to take his hand out of my pants.

“Put me down, now!” I demanded angrily.

Angry because I was enjoying his touch a little too much, and there was no way I was going to start wishing for more. Or I was even crazier than he was.

“Chill, Katherine, we’re not doing anything.”

“It seems to me like we’re doing a fuckload.”

“No… when we actually do a fuckload, you’ll sweat, you’ll scream, you’ll moan my name, you’ll…”

That’s it!

I slid my fingers back into his hair and tugged his head away from me. He winced in pain, and the force with which Ipulled caused him to let go of my trapped wrist. Huge mistake. Finally free, I clenched my fist and punched him in the chest. It didn’t seem to cause him much pain, but he dropped me.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, I pushed him away and ran down the narrow corridor until I reached the dead end. I stopped and stared at the wall like a deer in headlights. Where was the staircase that led to the first floor? I was pretty sure there was a wall on the other side too.

I heard Harris’s arrogant laugh behind me and turned to face him when I saw him walking in my direction.

He ran his fingers through his hair before reaching me.

“You’ve got quite a mean swing for a girl. Are you that aggressive in bed too?”

“Stop it, Harris,” I shouted again.

It was clear from his grin that he was just saying these things to piss me off, and I couldn’t stop myself from responding.

“I want to go home,” I demanded, trying to calm my nerves.

“Already? We’ve only just warmed up.”

“Are you kidnapping me, you maniac?”

I asked jokingly, hoping it was one.

“Don’t give me any ideas.”

His depravity didn’t help – a devilish smile paired with a gentle, amused look that kept me from panicking for the time being.

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