Chapter 603
Alarm bells blared in Sienna’s mind, and she immediately threw her hands up to push him away.
But when her fingers hit his arms, he didn’t budge an inch.
His scent was intoxicatingly close, sending a shiver down her spine.
Instinctively, she shrank back until her shoulders hit the chair, desperately creating whatever distance she could. “And then?” she asked coldly. “What’s your point p>
Jarred didn’t back off. Instead, he crowded her further.
He shifted one hand from the armrest, dropping it casually onto the back of her chair.
His other hand followed suit, trapping her completely.
He enveloped her and the chair in an intimate, suffocating cage of his own making.
The proximity was dangerously closer and infinitely more suggestive.
His hard chest was right there, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Jarred! Back the hell off p>
The hairs on the back of Sienna’s neck stood on end as she reflexively raised a hand to slap him.
Before her hand could connect, he caught her wrist.
His grip was firm but painless, an iron clamp she couldn’t possibly shake.
She scowled, swinging her other hand at him, only for it to be intercepted midway.
With a single hand, he pinned both of her wrists behind her back, pulling her arms upward.
The momentum yanked her forward, throwing her completely off balance.
Jarred smoothly spun around and dropped into her office chair.
He tugged her downward.
Sienna crashed hard right onto his lap.
Sitting with her back flush against his chest.
The scandalous position sent a hot flush of humiliation straight to her face.
Pressed tightly against him, she could feel the steady, thumping rhythm of his heartbeat.
Sienna froze.
Cursing, she fought wildly as if she had just been burned.
Her heels kicked violently at the base of the chair and his shins.
With her arms locked behind her back, she twisted her waist in a desperate attempt to break free.
“Relax,” Jarred breathed against her ear. His voice was a lazy purr, yet edged with a dark intensity. “I don’t bite
She struggled until her hair came loose, stray strands sticking to the corners of her mouth.
Turning her head, her face brushing right past his jawline, she hissed. through gritted teeth You might not bite, but you’re making me sick p>
Jarred was too accustomed to her sharp tongue to care, watching her thrash against him with heavy-lidded eyes.
Her struggles felt like nothing more than an angry kitten squirming against a mountain.
Far from posing a threat, her friction only made him tighten his dominant hold.
The smirk never left his lips.
Amusement danced in his gaze as he enjoyed her futile resistance for a few seconds longer before finally letting her go.
The moment she was free, Sienna shot up like a coiled spring.
She inhaled sharply and swung a fierce slap across his face.
Smack!
The sharp sound echoed loudly through the office.
“Get out!” Sienna spat, her eyes blazing with icy fury.
“Pull a stunt like that again, and I’m calling the cops for assault p>
Jarred’s face turned with the impact, a lock of hair falling over his forehead.
He hadn’t dodged, nor did he touch his cheek. He just sat there, the arrogant tilt of his lips fading slightly.
Beneath his usual cynical bravado, a rare glimpse of genuine hurt flashed in his eyes.
“Darling p>
He slowly turned back to her, his gaze softening. “Is ‘bastard’ really the only word you have left for me p>
He tilted his head toward the black briefcase resting on the desk. “I did bring you a present, after all p>
Sienna’s eyes followed his gaze.