Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Chapter 214.

"I don’t like this," I say quietly.

"This distance. This... ignoring me.

His eyes stay on me, watching.

"What do you want, Elaine?" he asks.

Straight to it.

I hold his gaze.

"I want you to stop pretending I don’t exist."

Thick silence..

Then I take another step and Now we’re close, reeally close.....so close I can see the tension in his shoulders. The way his hands flex slightly at his sides, like he’s holding himself back from something.

His gaze dips..,,just for a second, then comes back up, but that small movement tells me everything.

He notices and he feels it, he e’s just trying not to react And that? That makes something in me push further.

"Or is this your way of punishing me?" I ask quietly, which has expression hardening slightly.

"You think this is a game?" he says.

"No," I reply just as softly. "I think you’re avoiding me."

I see a crack in that control he’s been holding onto.

For a second, neither of us moves thhen....He steps forward, cloosing the last bit of distance between

My breath catches before I can stop it.

He’s right there now, his presence is overwhelming in a way I wasn’t fully prepared for.

"You shouldn’t come in here like this," he says

My heart is racing now, but I don’t back away

"Why?" I ask.

He doesn’t answer immediately, his eyes hold mine for a second longer than necessary.

Then...

"You already know why."

And I do.

The tension stretches again, pulling tight, like something is about to snap and don’t know if I want it to... or not but I don’t step back when he closes the little distance.

If anything....i hold my ground harder.

For a second, neither of us moves. It’s just breathing. His. Mine. The kind that’s a little too loud in a room that quiet.

Then I break it not by speaking..by moving.

I turn slightly and walk past him.....not brushing him, not touching, just close enough that I know he feels it. I don’t look at him. I don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking I’m hesitating.

I head straight for his desk, a solid dark wood with Papers spread out neatly, his laptop open, everything in place like it always is.

I place my hand on the edge and lift myself up, sitting on it without asking, without warning. The surface is cool beneath me. I shift slightly to get comfortable, the fabric of my dress settling around me.

I don’t rush it and I don’t act like I’m doing anything unusual.

I just... sit like I belong there and out of the corner of my eye, I see him turn.

There’s a pause before he speaks.

"What are you doing?"

His voice is lower now and not as as before.

I glance at him like the answer should be obvious.

"Nothing," I say simply. "I was tired of standing."

I shift again slightly, letting my legs move just enough to settle more comfortably on the edge of the desk, baring my very pantless pussy to him.

"And this seemed like a good place to sit."

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