Please Me

"I…" Phoebe bit her lip.

"The door is right there! You can leave at any time!" Alexander's voice was cold.

"That's not what I mean!" She stiffened, closing her eyes, her pale face looking even more fragile in the chill. His message was clear: the choice was hers.

She had carefully considered her tone, yet it still managed to infuriate him!

"I'm sorry!"

"Then come here!" His commanding tone brooked no dissent.

Under his intense gaze, Phoebe felt a surge of panic. Yet, her body slowly moved toward him.

With her head bowed, she crossed the distance between them, her heart racing uncontrollably!

"Do you want to just stand there?" He narrowed his eyes, leaning back with his arms crossed, his lazy demeanor reminiscent of a predator. "Come here!"

Each step felt like walking through molasses; the few feet felt like a century.

A gust of wind swept by, and suddenly, her arm was yanked forcefully, sending her tumbling onto his strong legs!

Alexander gripped her waist tightly, pulling her closer.