Page 14 of SummerTime Madness
Greatness.
Still being around them made me weak… made me want things I would normally not care for.
Love. Companionship.
Yet, that feeling is what pushes me to create… to create something perfect for us. Where we are one. What we always were meant to be. There would be no room for doubt… questions… morals…
Just one mind.
One soul.
One heart.
Exhaling a breath into his hand, “What?”
My question comes out muffled against his hand as he presses me into the wall. With his body flushed against mine, I cup his bulge–my own breath hitches when he tenses. His eyes drink me in, feral and hungry before flickering to something colder.
Disgust.
He doesn’t know whether to curse me or fuck me.
“Listen carefully, Cordelia. In my possession, I have a very incriminating video of you and Professor Johnson.”
I fake surprise–lips parting just enough to make him believe he has me. He always needs to believe it. It will make it more real if he believes he ever had a choice.
“Tate.”
“What game are you playing little snake?”
I hate that nickname as much as I hated his pet snake, Medusa. But what I didn’t hate was the firmness of his body against mine. My hands flatten out on his chest, but it’s no use, he’s stronger and more dominant.
“What do you want?”
“For you to be ruined?” he snaps at me, leaning in closer. “For your crown to be snatched from that evil head of yours.”
I scoff.
“Keep dreaming.”
His annoyance rolls off him in waves as he presses me further into the cold wall, while under the palms of my hands, I feel the thundering of his heart.
“Then retract your application, don’t apply for the internship, back out.” I don’t respond to his silly demands because I'm no longer an obstacle. If anything, I delivered him the spot with a golden spoon.
My gaze never wavers as I continue to feel his heart. The familiarity of the rhythm brings me comfort as much as I hate admitting it out loud. I miss this proximity between us.
Thump.
Thump.
I think of the things that are probably running through his mind.
Cute.
I still rile him up. Of course I do, he’s mine.
Truthfully, I didn’t care for Daniel’s internship, but I did care about joining his mystery project. So, I had to play my role just right to get the information I needed aboutQueen B.
After all, it was my thesis, and Tate’s, that was stolen, that created it. An experiment dripping in gold, one that I discovered thanks to being my professor’s good little whore. It’s truly fascinating how gullible even the smartest man in the room can be when you have something they desire.
