After ditching Ian at the spanking party, and leaving him with the biggest case of blue balls known to man, Alexis goes home to realize an angry Ian is a dangerous Ian.
Flirting with Disaster is the second novella installment of the Ian Crawford series.
Professor Durst fooled around with her laptop for a few moments and then excused herself, and the screen at the front of the room came to life. The film had absolutely nothing to do with the week’s discussion, and I suspected Professor Durst had simply been desperate to give us something to do in her absence. Still I busied myself with taking notes.
At some point, I became aware of Ian’s eyes on me. It started like an itch at the back of my scalp, and then the hairs on my arms started to tingle. I peeked up through my eyelashes to see him watching me, the tip of his pen between his lips. His green eyes were bright in the reflection of what little light there was in the room. Somewhere in the background the film was playing, but all I noticed was the heat and weight of his gaze.
I wasn’t sure if he knew I’d caught him, so I made a point to raise my head and look directly at him. But he didn’t act the least embarrassed. In fact, he smirked and bit the end of the pen. Then his dark lashes lowered and I knew he was checking out my chest. I wrapped my cardigan tighter around myself, which only made his grin widen.
How could someone actually undress you with only his eyes? He was making such a meal out of it too, obviously taking pleasure in my discomfort as I squirmed beneath his gaze. I was so naïve. I’d thought I’d taken back the power when I left him that day, but in actuality he was the one with the power—he’d seen my most private parts, and I’d seen nothing of him.
Damn, he was good.