The next couple of days were pure torture—for Leo. And I enjoyed every second of it.
I made sure to exist in his space in the most excruciating ways possible. Not in a morally repugnant way, obviously. Just enough to push him to the edge of his sanity. Bare legs. Subtle perfume. A flick of my hair here, a slow drag of my fingers down my nape there, as I innocently asked him for ‘business advice’—which, to his credit, he took very seriously.
And when he cracked a joke? I laughed. Not like a hyena, but just enough to make him think he was the funniest man on earth. I bit my lip when he was deep in thought, and if I really wanted to mess with him, I placed a hand on his shoulder. My favorite, though, was when I’d run my finger nails across his back in passing—his entire body went rigid like
