“Mhmm.”
“Oh no.” I wrestled myself from him. “No, no, no!”
I laughed, running through the apartment. And as I slammed the office door shut behind me, I realized my mistake.
You never run from someone willing to stalk you until he can catch you.
“Gina.” He hummed my name through the door. “Do I need to break the door down?”
“That’s a habit for you.”
“Open the fucking door. The longer you keep me waiting out here, the harder I’ll have to fuck you.”
Oh, silly, silly man. When will he realized that, that was not a bad thing at all?
I giggled and tapped out a random beat on the door. Truth was, I had no intention of letting George Stone fuck me right now.
I planned to sit him on that fancy-ass leather chair an
