Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Chapter 215.

"I have work to do," he says, voice firmer now. "Get off the desk, Elaine."

It should sound like an order and it almost does but there’s something under it...maybe it’s just my horny ass being delusional but I hear it

I tilt my head, watching him for a second like I’m considering it but I don’t move. Instead, I shift slightly on the desk, adjusting how I’m sitting and spreading my legs more.

"I’m not stopping you," I say lightly. "Work."

His jaw tightens.

"I mean it," he adds, sharper now. "Get down."

I let out a small breath, like he’s being unreasonable.

"You’re always so serious," I murmur as I move again. A slow, subtle adjustment of my posture, that pushes fabric of my dress shifts slightly as I resettle myself, and I lean back more on my hands like I’ve decided I’m perfectly fine right where I am.

His eyes drop again for a second and Something flickers across his face....quick, and he looks away almost immediately, like he’s correcting himself, like he refuses to give that moment any power.

I feel it anyway.

"You’re playing a dangerous game," he says quietly.

I shrug, my fingers pressing lightly into the edge of the desk behind me.

"Maybe I’m just tired of you pretending I’m not here."

His eyes snap back to mine at tha and this time....He doesn’t look away.

There’s something different in his gaze now. Less restraint and more heat, almost like he’s fighting himself and losing ground.

"You think this is the way to fix that?" he asks.

"I don’t know," I admit softly. "But ignoring me isn’t working either."

He exhales slowly, dragging a hand through his hair, and turning slightly away like he’s trying to put space between us again but he doesn’t leave.

"You need to stop," he says finally.

But his voice....It’s not as steady as it was before and that small crack? That’s what I was looking for.

I tilt my head slightly, watching him.

"Make me."

I say...challenging him. And this time, he doesn’t answer immediately, he just looks at me...linger than he than he should, like he’s weighing somethin and he’s deciding something.

And I realize, sitting there on his desk, with his eyes locked on mine and the air between us stretched so tight it almost hurts.....This isn’t just me pushing him anymore. He’s right there with me now, standing on the same edge and tryin not to fall, not entirely sure he wants to stop himself if he does.

He’s still looking at me like that, like he’s right on the edge of doing something he shouldn’ta

And he’s barely holding it together, for a second....I actually think he might lose it

His hand shifts on the desk beside me, fingers pressing harder into the wood. His jaw tightens, his chest rising a little too deep.

Then.... There’s a knock on the door....it cuts straight through the moment like a blade.

Zane’s head snaps toward the door instantly, the shift so abrupt it almost feels violent. Whatever was building in him...it gets shoved down just as fast.

"Come in," he says, voice back to cold, controlled, like nothing just happened.

The door opens and Thomas steps in, holding a stack of documents against his chest.

"Sir, the files you requested....."

He stops Mid-step and Mid-sentence when his eyes land on me and just like that...The color drains from his face first, then comes the panic.

"Oh....ma’am...." he stumbles over the words, clearly not expecting to walk into this.

"Yes.....ma’am," he says quickly, his voice tight, eyes flickering everywhere but at me.

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