He didn't expected her to be quite so upset about it.
"Look, it's not what you think. It's just..."
"It's just what?" she snapped, cutting him off. Her hand shot out to stop his advances.
"You think I'm a fool? That I don't know what's going on?" she huffed, crossing her arms.
"You slept with my sisters! And at this point, I don't even want to know about the others—it's just going to make things more awkward."
He knew he was in deep waters now. "It's complicated,"
"It always is with you. You think I don't see the way you look at other girls? The way you flirt so shamelessly?"
Ignoring the accusation, he leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers.
This time, he didn't wait for permission. He picked her up effortlessly, setting her on the desk.
His hands found their way under her robe, caressing the soft, smooth skin of her thighs, moving higher until he reached the warm, wet center of her.
