Page 33 of Silver Fox Puck

My brother, who has no idea that I’m currently five seconds away from a full-body meltdown.

My brother, who has no clue that the man standing behind that desk was inside me less than a week ago.

I swallow hard.

Move. Act normal. Say words.

Somehow, I manage to unstick my feet from the floor, stepping into the office like it’s not currently swallowing me whole.

I don’t look at Grant.

I can’t.

But I can feel him.

Watching me. Assessing me.

Probably laughing his ass off on the inside at the absolute breakdown I’m barely keeping in check.

Escape would have been too easy, though, wouldn’t it. Jake is there in an instant.

"Coach, this is my little sister, Kenzie," Jake says, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "She’s practically team royalty at this point, so you’re stuck with her."

I open my mouth to say something. Anything.

Grant beats me to it. "Kenzie."

That voice hits like a slow drag of fire over my skin. I swear to God, my entire body remembers it.

The way it sounded in the dark. The way it scraped against my ear when he whispered exactly what he was going to do to me. The way he said my name when I was falling apart under him.

And now? He says it like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t carry every ounce of sin that night still stains my skin with. Like I’m not standing here, barely holding myself together.

I finally force myself to look at him.

Big. Broad. Way too in control.

And definitely not nearly as affected as I am.

The only sign he’s feeling anything at all? A single, tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. I narrow my eyes, rage and panic colliding in my chest.

Because I know that look. It’s the you’re freaking out and I’m enjoying it look. And I don’t care if my entire world just flipped upside down—

I will not let him win.

I plaster on a sweet, totally fake smile. "Grant," I say, smooth as silk, like I haven’t been thinking about his hands on me since the second I walked into this office.

His eyes glint. He can tell what I’m doing, and what’s happening inside my head.

And that’s when I realize—

I have never wanted to strangle someone more in my entire life.

I can feel the heat of Grant’s stare like a slow drag of fire against my skin.

But I refuse to look at him again.

Nope. Not happening.

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