Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

My hand shot up to slap his face, but he was much too fast, catching my wrist before I could even graze him. “You can fuck right off, Ronan Walsh.” “Gladly. Once you come with me and I tuck you away safely in your apartment.” His hold on me was just short of painful, and he glared at me like he was inches from murdering me or fucking me against the wall. “I’m not leaving with you. God, who do you think you are? You don’t get to make decisions for me or dictate where I go. You’re my employee, remember?” I could hear his molars gnashing as he held himself back. “I haven’t forgotten what my job is.” We were both panting, furious, and shaking. He gripped me like he had no intention of ever releasing me, and the hell of it was, I didn’t fight him. Our eyes were locked, fire passing between us as silent seconds ticked slowly, leaving space between them for one of us to spring into action. If he were closer, shorter, more reachable, I would have bitten his marble skin to see if he could be hurt. To find out if he was human. To make him feel. Heat emanated from the taut muscles he hid beneath his expertly tailored finery. My toes collided with his, sending the panicked message to my brain that we were too close. I should have been afraid of this man whose practiced control was on a razor’s edge.