Bound to my Enemy Chapter 215

"I have work to do," he says, voice firr now. "Get off the desk, Elaine."

It should sound like an order and it almost does but there’s sothing under it...maybe it’s just my horny ass being delusional but I hear it

I tilt my head, watching him for a second like I’m considering it but I don’t move. Instead, I shift slightly on the desk, adjusting how I’m sitting and spreading my legs more.

"I’m not stopping you," I say lightly. "Work."

His jaw tightens.

"I an it," he adds, sharper now. "Get down."

I let out a small breath, like he’s being unreasonable.

"You’re always so serious," I murmur as I move again. A slow, subtle adjustnt of my posture, that pushes fabric of my dress shifts slightly as I resettle myself, and I lean back more on my hands like I’ve decided I’m perfectly fine right where I am.

His eyes drop again for a second and Sothing flickers across his face....quick, and he looks away almost imdiately, like he’s correcting himself, like he refuses to give that mont any power.

I feel it anyway.

"You’re playing a dangerous ga," he says quietly.

I shrug, my fingers pressing lightly into the edge of the desk behind .

"Maybe I’m just tired of you pretending I’m not here."

His eyes snap back to mine at tha and this ti....He doesn’t look away.

There’s sothing different in his gaze now. Less restraint and more heat, almost like he’s fighting himself and losing ground.

"You think this is the way to fix that?" he asks.

"I don’t know," I admit softly. "But ignoring isn’t working either."

He exhales slowly, dragging a hand through his hair, and turning slightly away like he’s trying to put space between us again but he doesn’t leave.

"You need to stop," he says finally.

But his voice....It’s not as steady as it was before and that small crack? That’s what I was looking for.

I tilt my head slightly, watching him.

"Make ."

I say...challenging him. And this ti, he doesn’t answer imdiately, he just looks at ...linger than he than he should, like he’s weighing sothin and he’s deciding sothing.

And I realize, sitting there on his desk, with his eyes locked on mine and the air between us stretched so tight it almost hurts.....This isn’t just pushing him anymore. He’s right there with now, standing on the sa edge and tryin not to fall, not entirely sure he wants to stop himself if he does.

He’s still looking at like that, like he’s right on the edge of doing sothing he shouldn’ta

And he’s barely holding it together, for a second....I actually think he might lose it

His hand shifts on the desk beside , fingers pressing harder into the wood. His jaw tightens, his chest rising a little too deep.

Then.... There’s a knock on the door....it cuts straight through the mont like a blade.

Zane’s head snaps toward the door instantly, the shift so abrupt it almost feels violent. Whatever was building in him...it gets shoved down just as fast.

"Co in," he says, voice back to cold, controlled, like nothing just happened.

The door opens and Thomas steps in, holding a stack of docunts against his chest.

"Sir, the files you requested....."

He stops Mid-step and Mid-sentence when his eyes land on and just like that...The color drains from his face first, then cos the panic.

"Oh....ma’am...." he stumbles over the words, clearly not expecting to walk into this.

I’m still sitting on the desk, still exactly where I was in my skimpy nightgown, thankfully my bare pussy is facing away from his direction.

I don’t move or don’t rush to fix anything. Instead, I turn my head slightly toward him, like this is completely normal.

"Thomas," I say calmly.

That makes it worse for him beecause now he has to respond.

"Yes.....ma’am," he says quickly, his voice tight, eyes flickering everywhere but at .

The papers in his hands shift awkwardly as he tries to look anywhere else....Zane, the wall, the floor....anywhere safe.

His grip slips and the docunts fall, papers scatter across the floor in a ssy spill.

The sound echoing louder than it should in the room.

"Oh....shit....sorry...." he blurts, already crouching down to gather them, movents rushed and clumsy.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling.

Zane doesn’t move imdiately but I can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, anger sitting just beneath the surface again.

"Pick them up, when did you beco incompetent " Zane says flatly.

Thomas nods quickly. "Yes, sir....sorry, sir...."

He avoids looking at completely now, gathering the papers with shaky hands, stacking them together unevenly.

"I.....uh.....i can co back later," he adds quickly, already halfway to standing.

"Stay," Zane says.

One word that has Thomas freezing for half a second.

"...yes, sir."

He straightens, clutching the papers tightly now like they might escape again.

I shift slightly on the desk, just to see Thomas’s eyes flicker up for a split second before he forces them away again, his entire body going stiff.

Zane notices, I don’t even have to look at him to know.

"Put the files down and leave," Zane says finally.

Thomas doesn’t hesitate this ti.

"Yes, sir."

He steps forward quickly, places the docunts on the desk...careful, like he’s trying not to exist in this mont at all...Then turns and walks out faster than he ca in.

The door shuts behind him and silence crashes back into the room but it’s not the sa silence as before.

I slowly turn my head back toward Zane and the look on his face.....

Yeah.

Thomas just made things worse....muvh worse.

Zane exhales slowly, dragging a hand down his face before looking at again.

"You don’t listen do you?" he says.

I tilt my head slightly.

"You told to stop."

A small pause.

"Not to leave."