The CEO's Obsession With The Teacher

er breath caught sharply in her throat, choking her. His predator

htly toward the open door, a silent, absolute command fo

aw clenching tight. She refused to be intimidated. She refused to sub

nst the asphalt. She sprinted back toward the safety of

e heavy, metallic unlatc

hing through them just as she heard heavy footsteps hit the pavement. She ran straig

ra feed on the monitor. She watched the black SUV idle for tw

e security chair, her

ool hosted its annual kinde

whistles, and exhausted teachers. Elaine spent three hours org

f its neat bun, and a thin layer of sweat coated her neck. She dragged her aching feet

om. The room was narrow, lined with tall, gray metal lockers

he reached up, twisting the cold metal combinatio

ic

uiet room. It came from the main door behind her. Th

er heart jumping viol

the deep shadows at the

sweater and black slacks. But the lack of formal wear did nothing to diminish his t

e cold, hard metal of her locker with a loud ban

ing so close the tips of his expensive leather shoes touched her dusty flats. He raised his right

d angrily, pushing both her hands against his solid,

out. He caught both of her wrists effortlessly in one massive grip. He pinned

warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin of

r game ends, Elaine," he whispere

er stubbornness flared. "I signed the NDA. Clause th

und that vibrated deep in his chest a

her earlobe, "are only for people who are f

ompletely against the locker. Elaine gasped sharply. The undeniable, hard physical evidenc

her. Her voice trembled violently. "I won't do this. I refus

s fingers were rough, calloused, and unyielding. He forced her face fo

n octave, vibrating with raw possessiveness. "And no pi

n her sanity as his thumb began to slowly, agonizingly trace the sensitive skin of her jawlin

hool bell rang from the speakers on the ceiling, viol