Chapter 15: A Lesson in Need is a Lesson in Deed
“And what makes you think that I’ll let you touch me?” Despite putting up a try-fucking-with-me-and-I'll-break-your-balls look, my insides seemed to be somersaulting in anticipation... or maybe I was just hungry.
“I don’t need to think anything sweetness. It’s written all over your face.” He closed the distance between us, trapping me between the counter and his chest.
“Is not!” I defended myself, miserably. “And why are you even here? Miss Lunchtime-brunette didn’t satisfy your ‘needs’?”
“Lunchtime brunette?” he had the audacity to look genuinely clueless.