She asks what would happen if he looses his job

“What do you think happens if you lose your job over this?” she asked finally, sounding almost curious. “Do you just… move? Find work somewhere else? Do you think you’d be able to? Probably going to have to switch careers, huh? I hope you’ve already paid off that psychology degree of yours, ‘cause times could get tough.”

She didn’t look at me when she said it. Just kept her eyes on the picture, the weight of the threat pressing down like a hand on my chest.

When she set the frame back down, she turned her head up toward me, waiting.

My jaw was tight, and my breath came in shallow gulps. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The look on her face made me feel, what I can only describe as, honest fear.

Then, I finally gave in, broken.

“Okay,” I said, under my breath.

Her brow lifted, but she didn’t say anything.

“Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s me. I sent it. You’re right, and you obviously already know that.”

I swear, it was like she was looking into my soul from over her glasses.

“You got what you wanted, alright? Isn’t that enough?” I said, trying to swallow, but my throat felt dry. I loosened my tie, as the collar suddenly seemed too tight.

She didn’t react in the slightest.

“What do you want from me, Mia?”

“I already told you what I want,” she said calmly, her eyes never leaving mine. “You just keep choosing to live in denial.”

I shook my head faintly, but I couldn’t move other than that.

“I want you to show me,” she said firmly, but patient in a way that felt condescending. “I want to see it, or I go to my dad.”

I stared at her, my heart hammering. My hands went back to my tie, loosening it .

“I’m not asking again,” she said quietly.

I swallowed hard, tugging at the already loosened tie. Then, slowly, as if almost mechanical, I moved.

She broke eye contact so she could follow as my hands reached lower, until both my hands and her eyes came to stop at my groin.

A slow, salacious smile spread across her lips as she watched me hesitate. She didn’t say anything, just caught her bottom lip between her teeth, a soft “Mmm” escaping as the tension crackled between us like a live wire.

I paused, frozen there, waiting, maybe hoping she’d say something, do something, to stop this. But she didn’t.

Instead, she uncrossed her legs with a fluid ease, leaving them parted just enough to leave room for her hands. Her fingers drifted idly to the inside of her thigh, just above the knee, scratching lightly at the skin as though she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.

Her eyes never left the place where my hand still hovered.

“Well?” she asked, her voice coming out breathy now, giving away her own excitement. “Are you going to keep making me wait, or have you just changed your mind?”

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