I rest my hands on the glass table, trying to still my beating heart.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I tell him softly.
“But you are.”
“You forced me.”
No,” he states adamantly. “You could have fought harder. Not getting in the car or even downstairs you could have walked away. You wanted to be here, Alexandra.”
“Please don’t call me that,”I beg.
The vodka, combined with all these desires, consumes me as I stand here trying to fight my urge to touch him.
“It is your name, is it not?”
“It’s the way you say it. It makes me …” I trail off, shaking my head to free myself of these dirty thoughts.
“Tell me,” he whispers, moving in closer. “Tell me how it makes you feel.”
“I … I can’t. You’re my boss.”
His finger runs down my arm, causing me to break out into goosebumps.
“Now, when you call me your boss, it makes me …”
“What?” I question, staring directly into his eyes.
Hunter clears his throat, but I see he is struggling, which turns me on even more.
“Cross every line possible …”
Unwillingly, I bite my lip as my body aches. Everything feels overly sensitive, and the cravings grow stronger every single second that passes.
“I won’t fuck you, Alexandra. If that’s what you’re thinking.” His admission catches me by surprise. “You’re young.”
“I’m twenty next Saturday,” I remind him with sudden annoyance.
A smirk plays on his lips. “I know, I’m counting down the days.”
And just like that, he admitted the truth. I’m young, only nineteen, and he is thirty. We’re only just over ten years apart, like Will and Millie. Yet society has a stigma on age gaps.
Like I give a fuck, anymore.
“Let me get this straight.” I breathe, keeping my gaze fixated on him. “You won’t touch me, but I can touch myself?”
“Alexandra,”he grits.
I take his hand, even though I have no clue where his bedroom is. He senses my lack of direction and guides me to the room at the end of the long hallway.
There’s a king-sized bed in the middle with black satin sheets. All around the room is glass, meaning anyone can see us.
Oh … the thrill of being caught.
The desire is bringing out the spontaneity in me. I’ve never felt as turned on as I do at this very moment.
“If you won’t touch me, then you can watch me touch myself.”
“Alexandra,”he bellows, desperately trying to hold back, but it’s easy to see the force is greater than he can control. “On my bed, now.”