Feeling a hand slip on the small of her back she smiled and spoke softly before she turned. "I guess you have plans that involve--" she turned and met the eyes of the last person on earth she wanted to see right now.
George.
"You look lovely." He leaned forward to kiss her and she turned her head away, avoiding it. He settled with a peck to her cheek and slowly backed up. "Not happy to see me I gather. After all this cat and mouse, I figured it best to just grace you with my presence. Perhaps I've come on a bit too strong. Or maybe not strong enough? It appears you like to be manhandled and shown your place. At least this John Quinn fellow appears to have you smitten. Was it not you who said you didn't mix business with pleasure? I know it was only once Tijgerian..but I know you feel something or you wouldn't avoid me as you do."
He reminded her of a night she wanted to forget. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "George now is not the time or the pla--"
He grabbed hold of her elbow hard, being rough as he jerked her closer and whispered into her ear. "Don't make this harder than it is Tijgerian. Do not..."