Page 34 of The Invite
“Don’t,” I warn.
She meets my gaze, giving me a naïve look that says ‘I wasn’t going to’.
Yes, you were… my narrowed eyes relay.
Swinging my legs off the bed, I sit at the edge with my hands curled on either side.
“Get the hell out of my house, Mr. Grayson,” says Nessa furiously, her skin still flushed. “Or I’ll call the cops.”
Mr. Grayson? I almost laugh. I had my fingers buried inside her pussy two seconds ago and she’s trying to draw the student-teacher boundaries.
I tilt my head, and calmly challenge, “Okay. Do it.”
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water when I call her out on her bluff.
“You’ve threatened me multiple times about going to the cops,” I state. “Do you know what I’ve learned? It’s an empty threat. Because if you wanted to, you would’ve gone to them already and you certainly wouldn’t have signed an NDA that specifically prohibits you from going to them.”
“That was before you broke into my house, refusing to leave.”
“Then by all means, call them.”
“I w-will…” she stutters. “After you leave.”
“If they’re going to arrest me, I’m going to save them some time and stay at the scene of the crime.”
Her face pales. “You’re insane!”
“Last chance, Miss Nessa.”
“Or what?”
I go quiet and count to five, before commanding, “Time’s up. Take off the robe.”
She pulls it tighter around her body and shakes her head defiantly.
“I’m asking nicely,” I murmur. “We both know I can easily snatch it like I did a few minutes ago. Your choice.”
Understanding I will follow on my threat, her arms go slack before she touches the lapels.
“Come closer.” I point between my spread thighs.
Lowering her gaze, head bowed, she shuffles to where I want her. She goes to obey but stops at the last second.
A fighter to her core.
Jutting out her chin boldly, she throws daggers at me with her bright eyes, and says, “No. If you want to talk, I’m not getting naked.”
“Who says I want to chat?” I counter, dropping my voice an octave. “Maybe I want to make you come again.”
She turns scarlet, but manages to retort, “You’re lying.”
“Drop the robe and I’ll prove you wrong.”
“Not happening, Mr. Grayson.”
“Stop with the Mr. Grayson bullshit.” Yanking her closer by the sash, I remind her, “Outside the school, I’m not your student.”
She swallows before answering. “If you’re here to convince me to change my decision about your suspension, I’m not changing my mind.”
