Cat didn't know who made the first move. But one minute she was wrapped in a warm coccoon and the next she was cast out of it.
"I'm not going to fuck you, Cat," Alex bit out scathingly as she started up at him confusingly.
"Tonight? Or ever?" Cat demanded back tired of his varying running temperatures. Sometimes it felt as though he longed for her the same way she missed him and his physical reassurance. Other times it felt as though she was transferred to someplace with sub-Arctic climes.
Alex merely raised an eyebrow and half-smirked at her, "How do you like it now?" He walked back behind his desk putting some space between them.
As if that would stop her.
