Chapter 42

He had used her name and stopped her from initiating sex, and then had picked up his tablet, despite the fact that his erection was straining the fastening of his trousers slowly down. He appeared to read with absolute attention the data that scrolled across his screen, but she was certain that the contents on the screen had not changed. She tried to focus on the lessons on her tablet but failed miserably. His side of the bond snarled in ferocious waves that made her stomach uneasy as if she were on board a ship tossed on a storm-crazed sea. She was over-aware of his every movement, the rise and fall of his breath, the way his hair shifted when he moved, the way his shoulders and arms strained the cloth he wore as he shifted, restlessly, the tension coiling tightly between them. She knew he felt it too. He watched her in his peripheral vision, noting every sigh and fidget. He had always watched her in this way, she thought, from the first day in the elevator. But there was