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. ...