Summary
I discovered the aloof school heartthrob’s secret and shamelessly used it to blackmail him, sneaking my hand under the desk in class to play with his tail.
The boy who usually never batted an eye turned pink all the way to the tips of his pale ears. “You can’t do that.”
“And if I refuse to stop?” I threatened. “What are you going to do about it?”
His peach-blossom eyes bored into mine, his voice hoarse. “…You wicked woman. Let go.”
I gave his tail another wicked squeeze. “But you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”
Watching him struggle to restrain himself—hating me, yet unable to refuse me—was far too much fun.
Then, later, I started showing interest in another man.
With his shirt hanging open as he lounged in the bathtub, he caught me by the waist and smiled like a seductive demon. “Baby, can any of those men please you the way I can?”