Pregnant By My Ex's Brother
The dried blood on his cuff sat in my peripheral vision like a quiet threat.
“You’re setting rules,” he said.
“Yes.”
“After you kissed me first. After you came on my tongue and begged me not to stop.”
Heat slammed into my face. I held his stare anyway. “That happened in private. It stays in private. At work I am Miss Harper, I deliver files, and I go home. If you can’t live with that, move my desk back.”
For a moment the only sound was the machine cooling down. Damien’s expression didn’t change, but something darker gathered behind his eyes, not just want. Possession mixed with the same cold focus I imagined he wore when whatever stained his cuff had happened.