I tear my eyes away from the slideshow and focus on him. The way he swallows. The finger drawing slow circles along his knee. Is he imagining he’s touching me?
“You were pissed about these pictures,” I remind him. “You hated them.”
He turns to me, his icy blue eyes laser-focused. “I was pissed that you missed the point. I was pissed that you used your entire day to punish me.”
“Punish you? I was the one locked in my bedroom. If anyone was being punished, it was me.”
Mikhail stands up and paces slowly around his desk. His sleeves are rolled around his forearms. I can see the way his muscles work as he flexes his hands at his side. His pants pull taut across his muscular thighs… and the large bulge centered between them. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew how f*****g hard I was all day.
