Page 35 of Skate the Line

“What thehelldo you think you’re doing?” I snap.

A line of confusion works its way onto her smooth forehead. “What?”

I quickly snap my hand forward to grab onto the jersey, but I stop at the last second because…did she justflinch?

My tight jaw loosens.

Did she think I was going to hit her?

I know I can be intimidating at times, and with the way the media describes me, I’m one breath away from shouting at someone, but I don’t hit women.

I slowly drop my hand by my side. I only allow myself to linger on her reaction for a second before I snap out of it.

“Wearing my jersey?” I ask. “Is that your way of getting into my head and telling me you’re interested?”

Sunny squints. Her forehead furrows even more. She looks down at the Blue Devil on her chest before an amused gasp flees from her mouth.

I don’t allow her to come up with some stupid, flirty excuse.

It’s too obvious, and I’m irritated.

“Take it off,” I demand.

She snaps her honey-colored eyes to mine, and my body buzzes at the thought of her stripping in front of me.

Fuck, what?

“I’m sorry, you want me to take it off?” She’s completely perturbed by the thought.

In the worst way, I want to advance on her. I want to grip the hem of the jersey and rip it off her body.

But I don’t.

Because who knows what she’s wearing underneath it, and also, she fucking…flinched.

Sunny takes a step away. “You’re angry because I’m wearing your jersey?” She nods to herself, like she understands. “You think I wore it because Iwantyou?”

Well, she doesn’t have to say it like that.

Like she’s disgusted at the thought.

“I understand why you’d think that.” Her soft voice is like some sort of melody. “Being egotistical and all.”

What—

“I didn’t wear your jersey because I want you,Mr. Volkova.”

Oh, so now she wants to sass me?

I also wish she’d quit calling me ‘Mr. Volkova’in that insolent tone. It causes dangerous thoughts—ones that I will take to the grave.

In an attempt to gain my control back, I lower my voice. “Then why did you wear it,Ms. Edwards?”

Her thick eyelashes flutter.

My dick twitches.

Heat moves through my bloodstream, and I start to sweat even more than before.

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