Fifteen

"Go, damn it!"

I flinched at the snap from Rhysand. Rhysand was standing at the end of the sofa, his face red and an annoyed, his chest heaving. His white shirt was wrinkled, and I grimaced because maybe it was my fingers that were causing the wrinkles, the front of his trousers looking tight with desire.

I knew that the yell was aimed at the secretary, but I also stood up while tidying my clothes after the secretary left. I cringe at guessing what I'll look like.

"Let me." Rhsyand approached me and unbuttoned my pants.

I hit his hand, "Stop it. Don't come near me again."

"Shut up, Amanda." He said grimly, tugging at the hem of my blouse and smoothing it so that the buttons were straight back between my chest. Then he pulls down my pants, smoothing them out with his calm, skillful hands. "Tidy your hair tie."

I pulled away when he was about to pull my pants again, I did it myself. Realizing my refusal, he took his suit that was on the other sofa, and put it on.

I started to walk fast