I smirk at her intensely annoyed face. I know I made the right decision by demanding she pay me “interest.” I'm not ready to throw this woman back into her boring world.
I’m not sure she’s ready to go back, either.
I leave the chair I’m sitting on and join her on the sofa. She tenses when I sit down next to her. Only a few inches separate us. Her heat mingles with mine.
Her phone lights up on the coffee table, but she completely ignores it.
“Want to get that?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“The only relationship I’m in at the moment is a non-consensual one with a man I can’t seem to escape from.”
I smile. “‘Non-consensual’ is harsh.”
“You had the option of leaving and never seeing me again,” I remind her. “Then you decided to steal my phone, forcing me to follow you. I gave you
