Page 24 of Corrupt Idol

When he leaned toward her, she tensed.

“No one holds any appeal in comparison to you.”

“You’re sick.”

He moved even closer. Her hand itched to slap him.

“You’re sick with me,” he said as his eyes tracked over her face. “You can’t deny it, not when I make you come so hard, you can’t even scream.”

Her pussy spasmed even as her heart withered in shame. Arousal and anger warred inside her. His mouth curved as if he knew the response he elicited from her body. She considered splashing his cocky face with coffee, but she wasn’t sure it was worth the sacrifice. In the end, she looked away from him.

“I hate you.”

“You don’t,” he said as he took the lid off his steaming cup of coffee. “You want to, but you can’t.”

“Don’t tell me I don’t when I do,” she hissed.

“Want me to prove you wrong?”

“Touch me and I’ll kill you.” The aroma of his black coffee made her grimace. “How can you drink hot coffee when it’s so warm?” It could be snowing and she’d still order iced coffee.

“I’m going to drink hot coffee for the rest of my life. I can still feel the cold.”

“What?”

“When you’re in Alaska, you learn to treasure heat in any form.”

“Too bad you weren’t eaten by a polar bear,” she mumbled.

“If I was eaten by a polar bear, who would eat you?”

She squeezed her plastic cup, which caused her lid to pop off. “Shut up!”

His eyes laughed at her over the rim of his cup. “So touchy,” he taunted.

She leaned in close and was pleased when he tensed. She wanted to wipe that fucking smirk off his face. She made her eyes heavy-lidded as she purred, “I’ve met a lot of men who know what they’re doing in the bedroom. Don’t give yourself so much credit.”

She put her hand on the arm of the chair in preparation to stand, but the hand that clamped on her thigh stopped her.

“You’re brave in public, baby,” he said in a flat tone that warned her he was at the end of his rope.

She didn’t give a damn how close he was to losing it. There were hundreds of people around. He couldn’t do shit to her. “Get your hand off me.”

His fingers flexed. “That reminds me. I heard what Dad said about Brody.”

“What?”

His eyes bored into hers. “Don’t.”

The silky warning made her tense. “Don’twhat?”

“You know,” he said mildly as he set his cup on the ground, scanned the crowd, and then looked back at her. “Don’t test me.”

“You’re a fucking psycho!”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“There’s no maybe about it. You can’t tell me what to do. I’ll date Brody if I want to!”

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