myself and haul ass up to my room.
Chapter 7
ELECTRA
“Did you bring a ruler?” Connor asks, fully clothed.
I half expected him to be naked again. I’m a tad disappointed he’s not. No I’m not. I need to finish this godforsaken interview. “What do I need a ruler for?”
“To hit me across the knuckles if I misbehave.”
“Huh?”
“You were such a ball-buster in your texts I thought maybe you wanted to play out some hard ass school teacher fantasy. Make me clean the chalkboards and erasers and shit. I didn’t realize you were kinky like that, Warmoth.”
“You wish. I don’t have time for games, Connor. We’re doing this interview. Then I’m leaving. Got it?”
“Whatever you say, Miss Warmoth.”
“Don’t call me Miss.” I stride into the room. “You sit there.” I point at the chair by the window.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I frown at him. “Don’t call me ma’am.”
“Yes, Miss Warmoth.” He drops into the chair.
“Quit it, Connor!”
He chuckles and hangs his muscled arms on the arm rests. “Anything you say, Miss Warmoth.”
I groan and sit down in one of the other chairs, facing him. “Let’s get one thing straight,” I growl. “I’m not your teacher , I’m not your mother or whatever other sick fantasies you have in mind. I’m here for the interview and then I’m leaving.”
“Mother? I hadn’t thought of that one.” He fakes a shiver. “That kind of turns me on.”
I grimace. “That is disgusting, Connor.”
He nods knowingly. “I get it. You want me to be your daddy.”
Angry, I stand up from my chair and flash my eyes at him. “Bye, Connor.” I march toward the door.
“You’re not going anywhere.” It’s half command, half a statement of fact.
“I’m not? Watch me.” I grab the door handle. Then I hesitate.
“You push the handle down to make it work,” he chuckles sarcastically.
I spin around and stare him down. “Fuck you, Connor! I’ve had it with you!” I shake my fists and take a step forward. “I’ve had it with your filthy mouth!” I take another step toward him—“I’ve had it with your childish behavior!”—and another step—“And your rude comments!”—and another—“And the insulting way you’ve always treated me!”—and a final step until we stand toe to toe.
He smirks at me with that dirty fucking grin of his.
I shout in his face, “And I’m sick and tired of your god damn cooler-than-thou attitude!!”
“Yeah, well I’m over your sexier-than-thou attitude.”
“My what?!” Did he just call me sexy?
“Face it, Warmoth. You want me.”
“No I don’t!”
“You’ve always wanted me. Admit it.”
“I do not! I never have! Do you want to know why? Because I HATE you, Connor Hughes! I’ve hated you since the day we met! I hated you all four years of high school! And I’ve never stopped hating you!” I shout so loud I’m red in the face.
He chuckles. “You want me.”
“Fuck you!” I whip my hand up to slap him across the cheek—
Except he grabs my wrist blinding fast and twists me around, pinning my arm behind my back, and forcing my chest down against the table top. His hips press right up against my ass.
I can’t move. “Let go of me, Connor!”
“Not like this, I won’t.”
I claw behind me with my free hand and grab for him. All I get is a handful of hard muscle on his side. I barely have any nails, but I dig my fingers in as hard as I can. “Let go!”
“You tried to hit me, War Mouth! I’m not letting go until you calm the fuck down.” He’s amused by this. He’s also totally overpowering me.
“Get off of me!” I growl and squeeze harder with my fingers.
“Ow!” he chuckles. “You have strong hands!” He leans his weight onto my back.
“You’re damn right! Now let go of me before I tear your skin off!”
He grabs my free arm by the tricep and squeezes back. “Let go, Warmoth.”
“No!”
“Fine.” He forces my free arm onto the table top with
Chapter 7
ELECTRA
“Did you bring a ruler?” Connor asks, fully clothed.
I half expected him to be naked again. I’m a tad disappointed he’s not. No I’m not. I need to finish this godforsaken interview. “What do I need a ruler for?”
“To hit me across the knuckles if I misbehave.”
“Huh?”
“You were such a ball-buster in your texts I thought maybe you wanted to play out some hard ass school teacher fantasy. Make me clean the chalkboards and erasers and shit. I didn’t realize you were kinky like that, Warmoth.”
“You wish. I don’t have time for games, Connor. We’re doing this interview. Then I’m leaving. Got it?”
“Whatever you say, Miss Warmoth.”
“Don’t call me Miss.” I stride into the room. “You sit there.” I point at the chair by the window.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I frown at him. “Don’t call me ma’am.”
“Yes, Miss Warmoth.” He drops into the chair.
“Quit it, Connor!”
He chuckles and hangs his muscled arms on the arm rests. “Anything you say, Miss Warmoth.”
I groan and sit down in one of the other chairs, facing him. “Let’s get one thing straight,” I growl. “I’m not your teacher , I’m not your mother or whatever other sick fantasies you have in mind. I’m here for the interview and then I’m leaving.”
“Mother? I hadn’t thought of that one.” He fakes a shiver. “That kind of turns me on.”
I grimace. “That is disgusting, Connor.”
He nods knowingly. “I get it. You want me to be your daddy.”
Angry, I stand up from my chair and flash my eyes at him. “Bye, Connor.” I march toward the door.
“You’re not going anywhere.” It’s half command, half a statement of fact.
“I’m not? Watch me.” I grab the door handle. Then I hesitate.
“You push the handle down to make it work,” he chuckles sarcastically.
I spin around and stare him down. “Fuck you, Connor! I’ve had it with you!” I shake my fists and take a step forward. “I’ve had it with your filthy mouth!” I take another step toward him—“I’ve had it with your childish behavior!”—and another step—“And your rude comments!”—and another—“And the insulting way you’ve always treated me!”—and a final step until we stand toe to toe.
He smirks at me with that dirty fucking grin of his.
I shout in his face, “And I’m sick and tired of your god damn cooler-than-thou attitude!!”
“Yeah, well I’m over your sexier-than-thou attitude.”
“My what?!” Did he just call me sexy?
“Face it, Warmoth. You want me.”
“No I don’t!”
“You’ve always wanted me. Admit it.”
“I do not! I never have! Do you want to know why? Because I HATE you, Connor Hughes! I’ve hated you since the day we met! I hated you all four years of high school! And I’ve never stopped hating you!” I shout so loud I’m red in the face.
He chuckles. “You want me.”
“Fuck you!” I whip my hand up to slap him across the cheek—
Except he grabs my wrist blinding fast and twists me around, pinning my arm behind my back, and forcing my chest down against the table top. His hips press right up against my ass.
I can’t move. “Let go of me, Connor!”
“Not like this, I won’t.”
I claw behind me with my free hand and grab for him. All I get is a handful of hard muscle on his side. I barely have any nails, but I dig my fingers in as hard as I can. “Let go!”
“You tried to hit me, War Mouth! I’m not letting go until you calm the fuck down.” He’s amused by this. He’s also totally overpowering me.
“Get off of me!” I growl and squeeze harder with my fingers.
“Ow!” he chuckles. “You have strong hands!” He leans his weight onto my back.
“You’re damn right! Now let go of me before I tear your skin off!”
He grabs my free arm by the tricep and squeezes back. “Let go, Warmoth.”
“No!”
“Fine.” He forces my free arm onto the table top with
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