The office felt cold, impersonal, and the look on Justin’s face wasn’t any better. He was leaning against the front of his desk, arms folded and expression serene as he waited for her to cross the room to him. “Lock the door please.” His voice made her jump, and pulse racing, she complied. She hadn’t expected him to want to see her again so soon after their confrontation. But something about his demeanor told her that he hadn’t called for her because he was in a forgiving mood. She crossed over to him, stopping when they were only a few feet away. Raising one eyebrow, he crooked a finger. “Come closer. I don’t bite.” That was debatable. She took a step closer and his hand whipped out. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her stumbling against his chest. Still gripping her wrist he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her still for his kiss. The meeting of lips was a rough one.
