Her tapping finger tapped a little faster. Luke wondered if they were both thinking about the same thing—him bent over her desk while she punished him for thwarting her. And then making it up to her with his mouth… maybe even his cock, which had been slowly growing as they’d faced off. The flinty eyed glare she was using did absolutely nothing to deflate his erection.

“You will do better finding another Mistress to offer your attention to,” she responded finally, with maybe just a hint of jealousy? He hoped.

“But I’m only interested in ‘offering’ it to one,” he said smoothly, flirtatiously. If anything, knowing she wanted him and her only concern was their work relationship made him determined to show her she didn’t need to worry about their respective positions at Marquis. Maybe it was a long shot, but it would be worth it.

Standing up, he didn’t bother to hide the bulge at the front of his pants. It was nearly at her natural eye level, and her gaze dropped for just a moment to the front of his pants. Luke rapped his knuckles on her desk.

“You can bring in another Domme for the class, Scarlet, but you’re still going to be the one I want to submit to. I’ve met the other Dommes already, remember? The only one I’m interested in is you.”

Having thrown down his gauntlet, enjoying the look of surprise and desire—yes, desire for sure—Luke made a strategic retreat. Not waiting for her to respond or try to tell him his chances weren’t good. Never tell me the odds.

He’d done all he could here, now he needed to go home and plan.

Olivia didn’t know if she was more turned on or pissed off.

She wanted to order Luke back into the office, put him on his knees, and maybe torture his balls for good measure. The man was mouthy. Which, of course, got her motor running. Although he’d been obedient to Kincaid today during class, they hadn’t been doing anything which challenged him.

She wanted to challenge him.

To push him.

To see the moment when he submitted his will to hers.

Strong, confident men who struggled to give up control were much more her cup of tea than men who immediately begged for her favors. What could she say? She liked the hard cases.

Luke was definitely a hard case, no matter how big a game he talked.