Phoebe's POV
I sat there wearing nothing but an oversized shirt.
Positioned like this, the fabric barely concealed me, my smooth thighs completely visible under Harold's hungry stare. The atmosphere crackled with tension and seduction, desire practically radiating between us.
My pulse hammered wildly - panic set in as I tried to wriggle free from Harold's lap, but his strong hand gripped my waist firmly. I was completely trapped.
"Where do you think you're going? Scared I might devour you?" Harold smirked while watching my flustered, panicked face.
He deliberately tightened his hold on my waist, dragging me closer until our bodies melded together completely, eliminating any gap between us - every part of me pressed against him.
My eyes went wide with shock - I couldn't fathom how Harold could be such a shameless flirt, behaving like a total scoundrel. "You-" My words were cut short as he moved closer.
