Page 4 of Ruined

Everything about him irritated me. Blood rushed to my face.

Dominic’s fingers closed around my forearm. The physical contact jolted through me. My gaze zeroed in on his cufflinks as I yanked my arm back. My boss was hitting on me.

Jesus.

“I’m not here for your amusement.”

“Would you like to be?” he murmured.

“Fuck off.”

His stare dropped to my lips. “You sure about that?”

“Yes, I’m fucking sure!” I stood, scraping the chair back. “Keep your hands off me!”

He smiled. “Fine. If that’s what you want.”

This guy had brass balls. My mouth dried. Did he think I liked men?

What the hell gave him that idea?

Nothing. He was fucking with me. Obviously. He’d found a new way to make my life miserable. Captain or not, I wasn’t letting him screw with me.

I stepped forward, swallowing my discomfort. I was so close, I felt him breathe. Dominic didn’t react. If anything, he looked hungry.

“I’m not here to entertain you,” I said.

“Maybe not,” he whispered, “but I love the show.”

“Don’t use that voice with me.”

“The one that gets under your skin? I want to see if it gives you goosebumps.”

He wouldn’t back off, so I couldn’t either.Damn. He moved closer. His leather shoes bumped mine, and the shock ran up my leg. The dick-swinging idiot couldn’t help but assert his dominance at every opportunity.

“Back off,” I warned.

“Or what?”

I shoved him hard.

Dominic pulled me into a headlock, his other arm snaking around my torso to pin me against him.

His body heat burned through two layers of clothing, choking the air from my lungs. The contours of his muscles stirred something primal within me.

“You’re walking a thin line,sweetheart. Remember who you’re talking to.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“So easily riled up,” he taunted, his lips brushing my ear. “You sure you’re straight? It’d explain why you’re so uptight.”

I gritted my teeth. He was a twisted asshole.

“Fuck you.”

He smiled. “Only if you ask nicely.”

“Get off me!”

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