“I thought we were getting along. There’s no need to take things further.”
“We are getting along, but we’ll get along even better with you on my lap,” he growled, gripping the arms of his chair to prevent himself from lunging at her.
Her chin lifted at a haughty angle. “What if I don’t want to?”
Glancing at the clock on her wall, he noted he didn’t have time to lose. He sure as hell wasn’t f*****g around. Time to pull out his joker card again.
“We have an agreement, don’t we?” he responded with a c****d eyebrow. He watched her expression like a hawk. She compressed her lips together in a flat line and shook her head slightly. “Yeah, this is where our little agreement comes into play.”
He heard her foot tapping underneath her desk in an irritated staccato. They glared at each other in
