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But the moment the fog clears, I start to think about her again. This time, with her sassy mouth around me. My cock starts to harden again.

Christ. I might be more fucked up than I thought.

I leave the bathroom unsatisfied and pretty much still in a state of semi-arousal for the rest of the afternoon.

Chapter 10

Bonnie

I leave on shakylegs, my feet soundless on the marble floor of Ethan’s office. Thankfully, Will isn’t at his desk to see my red face. I plaster on a smile once I reach the tech floor, even managing to chat with Grace Martinez, one of the interns who stops me for some quick advice.

I’m good. I’m great. I’m Bonnie.I made a pass at my boss again, and he threw me out. All in a day’s job. Happens to the best of us.

Ethan is such a mind fuck, blowing hot and cold. I can’t believe he was all up against me again and I fell for it. Again.

He consumed me with his blistering heat, then went cold. What’s his problem? Does he get off on getting women horny and then pulling the rug out from under them?

Fucking weirdo asshole.

I need a stiff drink. But in the absence of that, strong, black coffee will have to do. Not wanting to go to my office just yet, I make a detour to the staff room, hoping to get my composure back.

Thankfully, the large room is empty, as it’s way past lunchtime. I carry my coffee to the furthest corner of the room and look out of the large window into the Manhattan skyline.

Ethan clearly has issues. His office was dark again when I went back in. How does he even see in there? You’d think with his poor vision, he’d need all the light he could get. And he’s definitely something of a neat freak. OCD maybe? Plus, he’s a workaholic.

How on earth has he not managed to scare away everyone in his life? Even Sabrina talks about him like he’s a normal, regular guy.

He’s so fucking not!

What I can’t understand is why I’m so drawn to someone I don’t even like. I can’t believe I got aroused. Again.

I thought that my reaction in Cancun was due to the embarrassment I felt at the time. And in the kitchen that night, I put it down to the unexpected meeting. It’s happened again. What do I call this now? Anger, maybe?

No.

I fully accept that I’m very attracted to Ethan Hawthorne. In a way that I've never been drawn to any other man. And he has been nothing short of horrible to me. Except for when he’s not.

Like his messages, which I’m now pretty sure Will sends on his behalf.

Before Ethan, the last time I truly felt like ripping a man’s clothes off was that night at Debs, or prom, as it's called here, ten years ago when I was seventeen. The night Siobhán was broken.

I let myself do something I never do. I let my mind wander back to those dark days in Limerick. To unlock those hidden memories that only happen in my dreams where I have no control over them.

I let myself remember the countless times I would stand naked in front of the half-length mirror that I’d begged my mom for months before she let me have it in my room.

I’d stand there studying my reflection, taking in my long, curly black hair, flat chest, and too-big eyes, concluding that Jake Tyler, the most popular kid in Thistledale Secondary School, could never notice someone like me, a scrawny thing who probably looked like his little sister and dressed like his grandma.

Although, there was nothing familial about the feelings that coursed through my body whenever he came near me.

I’d lost count of the number of times I touched myself, fighting to keep my whimpers and moans down while consumed with ecstasy, thinking of the things I wished he’d do to me. The things I’d like to do to him.

Things I hadn’t heard or seen before but instinctively knew were possible to do.

In my fantasies one day, Jake would finally approach me to ask for my tutoring help. I know his maths needs work, and being a star athlete, it's crucial for him to keep his grades up.

I wouldn't even charge him the usual fifty-cents-an-hour tutoring fee that I charged other students, something my parents must never know about. Or maybe he’d offer to pay more for my time because of how much he appreciates me. Maybe he’d even pay as high as five euros. It'd be a pittance to him, but to me, it would mean the world.

I would be turning eighteen in a few months and I was determined to leave my oppressive home and start out on my own, so I'd been saving up for months.