Back in my office, I see where I left my cardigan on my new love seat. Nate upgraded my office earlier this week, in addition to the love seat I also have a new cabinet and finally a drafting table. Since I have no meetings this afternoon, I leave my cardigan off while listening to music and sorting files into the new cabinet. I am distracted when my office door opens and someone enters. I turn around and find Wolf sitting on the love seat, his right foot propped up on his left knee, a drawing tube sitting next to him. We haven’t seen each other since our argument on Monday and I am still fuming at his attempt to control my dating life. I would almost expect it from Nate, but not him. How could I be so mad about someone but at the same time fantasizing about him every night?

My anger overrides my desire to straddle him where he sits. “Are you back for another tongue-lashing? The last one made you leave for days,” I quip. He doesn’t say a word but his gaze takes in my outfit, stopping only to linger on my chest. I have never been more aware that I am not wearing a bra than at this moment. The air conditioning kicked in earlier and my nipples are not only erect but very visible. I take a quick look at my cardigan and move to grab it. 

“Don’t.” I stop and look at him as he rises to his feet and takes the few steps to where I am standing. 

We are once again inches from each other, I can feel the heat of his body reaching out to me, like the lick of a flame. His fire calling me in so we can burn together. He takes one last step and my chest is now against him. I close my eyes for a brief second taking in the sensation of my nipples rubbing against the material of my jumpsuit. This is absolutely sweet torture. I open my eyes and look up at him. His left arm comes around my right side and his fingertips tickle along my exposed spine. My body reacts with a shiver and I see a smirk come across his face. “What are you doing?” I ask in a hushed voice. His eyes dart to my lips, his tongue wets his and for a moment I think––no, pray––that he will kiss me. I am not sure how much longer I can handle the tension. He shakes his head and steps back two steps and brings something between us.