Mouthful

Mia blinked at Mr. Whitaker twice, not sure she understood what he was saying. The way he was staring at her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of longing and hate, a ripple of fear coursed down her spine.

She’d just handed in her resignation. If he had bothered to read the letter, he’d know that she’d said she’d give him two weeks to find a replacement, but she didn’t have to do that—did she? She’d worked past the time in her contract that said she’d have to pay the money back she’d borrowed at the beginning if she quit. She could walk out of his office right that moment, and there was nothing at all that he could do about it.

But she didn’t want to do that, not when his eyes were burning holes through her. She knew that, in the mood he was currently in, anything he’d do to her would take her to the brink of ecstasy, that the mix of pleasure and pain would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

Besides, she’d never intended to quit cold turkey, to simply walk away from S