Uncrossing my legs, I leaned over just enough to whisper, “Leave, or I’ll call in a bomb threat and blame it on you.” He cocked a brow. “That feels like an overreaction.” “Don’t test me. I have Homeland Security on speed dial.” The bastard lifted his hand and brushed my hair over my shoulder, exposing my ear so he could whisper back, “Call them. I dare you.” And then he kissed my neck. My entire body clenched up, and not with the rage or fear or disgust I should be feeling.
