Summertime Loving

Chapter 43

Her smirk deepened at his response, a glint of something dark flickering in her eyes. She gracefully slid off her desk, her hips swaying slightly as she approached Travis. Stopping just inches from him, she tilted her head back to meet his gaze, the height difference only adding to the intensity. Travis stood firm, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her, but if anything, it seemed to embolden her.

She stared up at him, completely unfazed by his size, a flicker of amusement dancing in her expression. The idea of taming someone like Travis—a man who exuded raw power—sent a surge of excitement through her. The thought alone was enough to make her core ache with anticipation.

"Well," she began, her voice a sultry mix of authority and teasing, "you must be quite brave to order something and have it delivered *here,* of all places." Her fingers trailed up, stopping at his abdomen. She pressed against the hard surface of his abs with a single finger, poking him lightly, as if testing the strength beneath his skin.

"What made you have it delivered here?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and subtle condescension.

Travis frowned slightly. He didn't like the way she spoke to him—like she held some sort of power over him. Her tone was almost mocking, as if she expected him to grovel or play into her little game. He didn't appreciate being underestimated. But he also knew better than to react immediately. Instead, he kept his composure, his eyes narrowing slightly, refusing to let her see any cracks in his demeanor.

"I have no reason in particular, I guess. Just did it because I could," Travis replied casually, his voice carrying a nonchalant edge.

Mrs. Smith's smirk widened at his lack of concern. She slowly moved her hand lower, her fingers nearing his crotch with deliberate intention.

But just as she was about to grab him, Travis's hand shot out, firmly catching her wrist. His grip was strong, almost unyielding, and his eyes darkened as he locked his gaze on hers.

"If that's all, then I'll be leaving, ma'am," he said, his voice calm but carrying a warning undertone.

Mrs. Smith, surprised by his swift reaction, attempted to pull her hand back, but his grip remained ironclad. She looked up at him, feeling the sudden shift in his demeanor. His eyes were cold, menacing, making the confident smirk she had worn moments earlier falter. A flash of fear crossed her face as she realized that she might have pushed too far.

Clearing her throat to regain some semblance of control, she said, "Yes, well, you're dismissed. Don't do anything like this again." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the discomfort she now felt in his presence.

Without another word, Travis released her hand, his expression unreadable as he turned and walked out of the office, leaving Mrs. Smith standing there, shaken but still trying to maintain her composure.

He let her arm go and turned around, leaving the office without a second glance. As he walked down the hallway, his jaw clenched in frustration.

'She thought I was going to let her walk over me again. Fuck that bitch. She needs to be put in her place,' he thought, the cold edge in his mind sharpening as he replayed the moment in his head. His steps were steady, but there was a fire burning beneath the calm exterior, a determination not to let anyone control or manipulate him like that ever again.

With Travis out of Mrs. Smith's office, he found himself wondering when Ms. DeWitt would want to start cleaning the room. As if on cue, she appeared, stepping out of her office just as he reached the stairs. She caught sight of him, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"Travis, dear, you seem eager to help me clean. Should we begin now? I don't have anything pressing to do at the moment," she said, her voice soft, almost playful.