Tally spent the day teasing Ryan. She sat at her desk, smiling to herself. Every opportunity she had had to touch or rub against him, she had taken. Tally had heard every intake of breath. She was getting to him. She knew she was.

Tally relished in the power she held over Ryan. She reveled in the thrill of pushing his boundaries and testing his self-control. Each time he glanced her way with suspicion, she effortlessly transformed her expression into one of innocence, hiding her true ...