Teresa
I smirked at him. Things were going according to my plan. If I succeeded in riling him up, he’d storm out of here angrily, and he won’t be able to molest me.
I had him where I finally wanted him to be.
“You heard right,” I shot back at him.
He looked at me for a long moment, then chuckled. I blinked. What exactly was wrong with him? The next thing I knew, his singlet was off.
“You think that was a worthy distraction? Think again. It’s not going to work on me. Not today.”
My chest tightened, and my stomach churned. I can’t beg him. I can’t plead with him. It won’t work. Begging him would only fuel his ego, and he’d still molest me anyway.
And I don’t want that.
My body was not as strong as it needed to be, and I’m not sure I can fight him in this state.
But I’ll try.
