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I could just take her now.

In this store room.

I want to.

Chapter 3 - Clara

He laughs and his body shakes against mine. I hate having him this close to me—it’s so difficult to think clearly.

I can smell him, feel his heat, the warmth of his skin soaking into me.

“Stop doing that, keep your hands to yourself,” I warn him when I feel his hand drifting from my waist to my lower back. Why does it have to feel so good when he touches me? “Step away from me, let me go. I have to go back,” I snap.

“Why? It’s not like you are having fun, Clara. You and I both know it.”

I bite at my lower lip.

He’s right.

I am bored out of my mind with this idiot. But I am definitely not going to be admitting that to Alexei Dubrov.

I take a deep breath.

“Alexei. Move,” I demand.

“Kiss me,” he growls.

My entire body seems to freeze up with anticipation at the idea of kissing Alexei Dubrov—the bad boy to trump all bad boys.

He is the ultimate bad decision I could make in my life, and one I so badly want to make just to piss my uncle off.

But the consequences would not be worth it.

“Why the fuck would I kiss you?” I sigh in agitation. Is this guy ever going to give up and just leave me alone? I can’t believe he’s even here at the restaurant where I’m supposed to be having a very sophisticated date.

Set up by my uncle, of all people.

“To prove it.”

“Prove what?” I roll my eyes back, getting tired of his games and tired of how good he feels pressed up against me like this.

“Kiss me, and if you can honestly say that your date is more fun than our kiss, then I will let you go.”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” I stammer in horror.

“Well, I’m not letting you go until you do it.”

“Alexei—“

But I can already feel myself lifting my face up towards his.

He wraps his long fingers around my jaw, the grin on his face telling me that he already knows he’s won this round.

His fingers tighten over my jaw as he holds my face in place.

He brushes his lips over mine, not kissing me. Teasing me.

I let out an angry sigh.

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