Toying With Playboy (completed)

I hated how he said my name, like he had all the power because he knew that bit of information about me. Hated it and loved it. I also hated how his eyes drew up my body, long and slow. Sensually touching my every curve, my every angle.

Hated and loved it. Hated that I loved it.

I sat on the chair that was still behind me, not trusting my legs to keep me steady for much longer. “What exactly is this deal you have? And who are you?”

“I,” he paused, “am JC.”

I’d never heard of him. “JC…?”

“Just JC.” He said it like it answered everything. Two short syllables to put me in my place.