Chapter Fifty-Two
I turned away from him, making my way over to the coffeemaker. Two white cups were sitting in front of a fancy-looking silver coffee press. I moved one closer to me. Ian’s chair creaked as he stood up. He walked over to the fridge and I poured coffee into the cup.
When he got closer, he rested his hand on my lower back, setting the creamer on the cabinet. His hand traveled lower, squeezing my bottom. When his fingers brushed against my panty line, he let out a low growl that had me tensing up.
“Thanks.” I squeaked out, clearing my throat. I said it again and he let out a thick laugh.
My n*****s were tight points, but I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. If I did, I would snap, I had no idea what game they were playing at. It had me nervous and on edge like I had done
