Alex's POV:
He leaned in just a little too close, so close that I could smell his damn cologne again. "You know," he whispered, "you're awfully quiet today. I just thought I'd give you something to think about."
He was absolutely insufferable.
I swear, if he touched me one more time, I was going to flip the desk over and walk out of here. But instead of getting angry, I did the one thing he probably didn't expect.
I pushed his arm off the desk, and just to piss him off even more, I slid my chair just a little closer to his.
There. Now his whole leg was touching mine, and I leaned back, crossing my arms as if to say, I'm not budging. Take that, asshole. Your touch doesn't affect me.
He froze, eyes wide for a second, then blinked. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead, all that came out was a quiet chuckle.
"Well, well," he muttered, leaning back with that trademark grin of his, "Looks like someone's getting bold."
