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He moved to the other side of the classroom, and he removed his phone and wallet from his pockets. “Yes, right now. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes.”
“I don’t think?—”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish before he was behind her, pressing his front against her back, covering her mouth with one hand, wrapping the other arm around her waist.
“Give me your wallet,” he said in a low, threatening tone.
She froze, her heart hammering so hard that he could feel the vibrations in his own chest. Her breathing grew so rapid that she was in danger of hyperventilating. He’d wanted to catch her off guard, see what kind of self-preservation instincts she had, not throw her into a straight-up panic attack.
Then her panic began to recede. She began to soften.
He realized his mistake. Having her body pressed tight against him. Feeling the warmth of her body, her delicate curves conforming so perfectly to his.
He began to harden. Now his panic began to rise, along with the urge to roll his hips against her. To lift his hands just a little and cup those lovely breasts.
“Use your elbow,” he commanded roughly against her ear. “Punch it into my ribs in a quick backward strike.”
She tensed again, as if she’d almost been lost in the moment too.
He repeated the command. “You’ve got this, Anna. Do it.”
Her elbow jabbed back in a forceful thrust. He allowed the contact and jerked his hips back.
“Now, stomp on my foot as hard as you can. Put some power into it.”
She obeyed without hesitation this time, raising her leg and bringing her foot down on his.
“Good girl.” He loosened his grip. “Now, run.”
She broke free, ran to the other side of the room, and leaned over, breathing heavily, placing her hands on her thighs. “What the fuck was that?” she snapped.
He had no fucking clue. His reaction was … unexpected. “Your first lesson in self-defense,” was what he said, because yeah, that sounded reasonable.
“You couldn’t have warned me?”
“Do you think an attacker is going to give you a warning?”
“You’re an asshole,” she muttered.
They were in one hundred percent agreement on that.
“I’ll gladly be an asshole if it helps keep you safe someday,” he told her. “But that’s enough for now. Come on. There’s one more place I’d like to show you today.”
“Does it involve giving me another heart attack?”
How about multiple orgasms? “No.”
Anna was quiet on the way out to the Rover and for the ride across the river.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded, but he didn’t think she was. He wondered if that had been as much of a mindfuck for her as it had been for him.
“I promise you’re going to like this next stop more. We’re here.”
She looked out the window. “A diner?”
“Not just any diner. This is O’Leary’s.”
