Page 40 of The Way I Hate Him
ChapterSix
HAYES
Her curious and impressed eyes snap up to mine, and I watch as she visibly gulps, her throat contracting.
Now this is what satisfaction is, knowing damn well I caught her staring when she said she’d rather bury herself in a jail toilet than admit she finds me attractive—well, something along those lines. I can’t remember verbatim what she said. The point is, she just had no problem looking me up and down.
“Get a good look?” I ask as her cheeks stain with pink.
“What?” she asks, her eyes wide. “I wasn’t looking. I mean, I looked, but I wasn’tlooking. I was taking in my surroundings. There was no leering or ogling, if that’s what you’re implying. Because honestly, there’s nothing to look at.”
“You’re staring at my crotch right now.”
Her eyes snap up. “I was looking at the coffee. I didn’t want to spill it.”
“You were looking at my dick.”
“I was not . . .” She shakes her head, her eyes falling to my crotch, and when she realizes what she’s doing, she looks back up again. She clears her throat. “I was not looking at your dick. Also, don’t you think being in a towel in front of your employee is inappropriate?”
“My house. I can do what I want.”
“Ah, I see.” She nods. “So if you walk around the house naked in front of me, that will be okay since we’re under your roof?”
“I wouldn’t do that because clearly, you wouldn’t get any work done with your staring problem.”
Her eyes narrow. “I don’t have a staring problem. I was just caught off guard is all.” She closes the distance between us and holds out my mug of coffee. “Your majesty, your coffee.”
She bows her head and curtsies before lifting up and pushing the mug toward me.
I clasp my hand around hers around the mug, holding her in place. I take a step closer and watch as she inhales deeply and her eyes slowly move up from my chest to my face. She swallows again, clearly affected by me in a towel, which I find far too gratifying.
“You keep checking me out.”
“No, I don’t,” she says, her voice shaky as I hold her in place and move an inch closer.
“Then why are your eyes telling me a different story?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re in a towel, and I wasn’t expecting that.”
“If that were the case, it would almost seem like you would want to avert your eyes. But that hasn’t happened, has it?”
Her lips twist to the side and she says, “If we’re done here, I’d like my hand back.”
“Where’s my protein drink?”
“I thought you might want your coffee first.”
“I want both at the same time,” I say as my thumb grazes the back of her hand.
Her eyes widen, but I pull away with the mug before she can say anything.
“You can leave now.” I turn away from her, grip my towel just as it starts to fall, and head back into the bathroom, completely satisfied.
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“Fuck,”I mutter as I drag my hands over my face and stare down at where I’ve scribbled the start of a song in my notebook. I immediately reject the lyrics the minute I read them.
Trash.
