21

OLIVIA

Aiden approaches me, his every step bringing him closer until he is standing right in front of me. My heart pounds in my chest, and I grip the book even more tightly in my trembling hands.

He leans against my desk, crossing his arms and legs in a casual pose, looking every bit the model on the front of a fashion magazine.

"What are you doing?" He asks in a low voice, smooth and calm.

I shake my head, mute. "Nothing," I manage to say.

Why am I not angry yet? I can't summon the anger I know I should feel. I should be livid that he kept me waiting, but instead I feel frozen and tongue-tied.

I can't let him see the book I am reading. He might mock me. And yet, I can't help the way my stomach flutters when he looks at my breasts. His gaze is like a caress, making me feel like my boobs are treasures he has finally found.

"I don't think so," He mutters, his eyes not leaving me for a second.

His eyes wander around the room, sweeping over my desk, the curtains, and the neatly-made bed.