5. Tension and Territory
674 Words
The sharp, shrill sound of a bell yanked Sarah out of her restless sleep.
Her head ached from yesterday’s exhaustion, and as her eyes fluttered open, they landed on a figure seated across the room.
Ray.
She gasped, clutching her chest. “Do you plan on killing me?”
His response was nothing but a small, fake smile, the kind that made her stomach twist in confusion.
“You’re already killing me with this training,” she grumbled. “You don’t need to do much.”
The bell continued ringing in the background, piercing through her already frayed nerves. “Oh God, will this bell stop ringing?” she shouted, dragging her fingers through her tangled hair.
Ray, unbothered, walked slowly to the large chair beside a wide table. He sat with lazy grace, propping his feet up like he owned the world—which he probably did. “Get dressed,” he said casually. “We have a general meeting.”
Sarah scoffed. “With you here? How do I get dressed?”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I’m not looking,” he said, but his eyes never left her.
She narrowed her eyes. Two could play this game.
With boldness she wasn’t even sure she possessed, Sarah stood, tossing her messy bun loose. Her thick black hair tumbled down her shoulders like a dark silk curtain. Slowly, she reached for the strap of her nightgown.
He still wasn’t looking away.
Shock rattled her. He’s really not going to look away?
She pulled the other strap and let the gown fall completely, baring her pale, perfect skin—rosy n*****s now visible in the cold air. Ray shifted in his seat. He was losing it.
His jaw clenched. His eyes traced every curve. Her flat stomach. Her soft thighs. The sharp dip of her waist into her hips. And the smooth skin down there—untouched and bare.
Then she turned, revealing an ass so perfect he swore under his breath.
“God,” he muttered to himself.
He shifted again in his seat, painfully aware of how hard he was getting. What the hell is this girl doing to me?
The sound of the shower running saved him from snapping. He stared at the ceiling, trying to shake the image from his mind.
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Sarah leaned against the shower tiles, warm water pouring down her face.
“What did I just do?” she whispered. “He’s my boss. I just showed him all of me. God, I’m so stupid.”
She wanted to cry from embarrassment, but all she could do was finish her bath. She didn’t grab a towel—assuming he’d be gone.
He wasn’t.
As soon as she opened the door, her bare chest pressed right up against his. Her n*****s were rock hard, and she was too stunned to react.
Ray stared down at her, his golden eyes darkened like fire. His throat bobbed, jaw clenched.
“I dropped a shirt and cargo jeans for you. I’ll be outside,” he said in a tight voice, and turned instantly.
Sarah stood frozen. “What... was that?”
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Outside, Ray leaned against the wall, heart pounding like a war drum.
Luca approached him, calm as always.
“I came to get Sarah,” Luca said.
Ray barely turned his head. “She’s coming with me.”
Luca bowed and made to leave "and"
Ray's voice came making Luca halt
"I'll take care of her trainings hence forth"
ray said finally looking up at Luca
Luca raised a brow. “But… you never train anyone. Not even me. Not even Kaia.”
Ray’s voice dropped cold. “You will not question me again.”
Luca lowered his eyes. “Yes, boss.”
As soon as Luca left, Ray ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
What the hell am I doing? Why can’t I let her go?
She wasn’t his.
But she was his
And he’d be damned if another man laid a finger on her.
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