Page 79 of My Ruthless Neighbor

With a startled yelp, she lands on my chest. I don’t release her until the door shuts.

“Ugh!” She struggles out of my grip and moves all the way to the side of the car. Leaning against the wall, she glares at me with her exquisite eyes. “What is wrong with you?”

Instead of answering her, my eyes slide down her body. She is wearing a red vintage-looking dress. Her hair is tied up with red ribbons. Her lipstick matches the outfit.

My eyes narrow. “Why are you wearing that?”

“Huh?”

“The lipstick. You don’t wear makeup.”

Her lips part. Then her eyes turn into slits. “Stop talking as if you know me.”

My goddamn cock is hard as a rock. She is here spewing venom and all I can think of is taking her against the wall.

And judging by her labored breathing and flushed face, I can tell she is not indifferent to me either. There’s something between us. She can sense it too. Which makes it ten times harder to be with her in the confines of the elevator.

Exhaling, I try to calm down. “Are you still upset about the other night?”

“What night?” She pushes off the wall and faces the door.

Oh, so we are going to play this game? All right, then.

I lift my hand to hit a button on the control panel. The elevator jerks to a halt, making her jump.

Her wide eyes flit over to me and finally meets mine. That’s better. “Why’d you do that?”

I lean against the wall and cross my arms around my chest. “Because you are ignoring me.”

“I am not—”

My jaw ticks. She is clever to trap the lie before it’s out. Good girl. “This morning when I was leaving for work, I saw you coming out of your apartment. But as soon as you saw me getting in the elevator, you ran back inside.”

“I forgot something—”

At her blatant lie, I push away from the wall and take a step forward. “Tread carefully with me, little liar.”

She stiffens. Her eyes turn glacial as she takes a step closer. She tilts her chin. “Or what?”

Grabbing her chin, I lean down. “You want to find out?”

A beautiful shade of red tints her cheeks. I want to feel her soft heated skin on my fingertips while I taste those red lips of hers.

I want to smear the lipstick she’s wearing by kissing the fuck out of her. My cock gets harder at the thought.

Like a magnetic pull, my head begins to lower. Her pupils dilate, and her breath hitches. But she doesn’t step back.

Her gaze slides to my mouth. When it stays there for a beat too long, my jaw clenches, my control about to snap.

Then she blinks. Like her mind couldn’t process what is happening.

She places her small palms on my chest and pushes me away. I don’t budge.

“You are invading my personal space.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you jerk. Back off.” She hisses.

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