My cheek catches fire and I fight the embarrassing feeling that washes over me. How dare he say that? We are where we are today because I’ve fought to resist him even when my body, mind and soul yearn for him. I’ve resisted him at the panic house even when he was completely irresistible I’ve fought to resist all his seducing attempts on me since we met, I’ve fought to say no to being his other woman even when he makes it look so good, I’ve fought to keep my respect for Paris and stay away from her man. So how dare he?
“You do not know what you’re talking-“
“I don’t? Yet I know that a small part of you just wants me to have my way with you right here, right now, on the floor and this desk.” He smirks, leaning against Paris's desk, running his hand on the desk as though I am already there and his muscles flex perfectly, but he doesn’t even notice or mind that I’m partly staring at his you-know.
How does he even do that? How does he not feel any shame?