her head like she was displeased. “If you want me to show you
how a real kiss is done, all you have to do is ask and mean it.”
The change in Haley was immediate. Her breath came hard.
She was panting, her shoulders rising and falling as she
worked for oxygen. Her pupils blew out and her blue irises
darkened to a midnight sky. She was breathtaking, but it was
Claire she was fixated on. Was her heart pounding? Pulsing?
Was she feeling the animal instinct to race for the door and
fling herself out of the office? If she wanted to run, Claire
would let her go. What she wanted from Haley was for Haley
to want every single bit of the pleasure and pain Claire could
give her. She wouldn’t chase her. Chasing was boring. She
wanted Haley to come to her. Willingly.
She wanted her to beg.
As if she could beat Claire at her game, Haley’s chin tipped
up defiantly. “Alright, then. Kiss me. I want you to. It won’t
mean anything for the agreement, and I won’t go crying to my
dad. This is purely an experiment.”
Claire’s lips turned up in a seductive smile she couldn’t
control. “Come here, then.” She stood up, slowly unfolding
herself, letting Haley watch every movement. She pushed the
chair away and crooked her finger.
Haley was too stubborn to back down. She walked dutifully
around the desk, holding her head up, trying to be brave. It
was all an act. She was trembling with apprehension, but more
likely from want.
Claire waited until Haley was standing right in front of her
before she grasped her shoulder with one hand and her waist
with the other, whirling her and steering her the few steps to
the towering bookcase. Her back slammed against the books,