“But not now,” Aldrich declared, climbing off me.
I looked up at him incredulously, surprised that he was relinquishing. He straightened up after lifting himself from the bed, brushing off lint from his shirt.
I c****d an eyebrow at him.
“What kind of punishment did you expect, Cathy?” he questioned mockingly, mirroring me by raising an eyebrow right back. “Gather your mind from the gutter. I don’t take advantage of women like that.”
I glared at him, knowing he was well-aware of what he had been implying. “You’re a liar.”
He scoffed. “You know, just for that, I will punish you,” he then abruptly grabbed the glass of water from my nightstand and poured it over my head.
I gasped as the cold liquid washed over me, extinguishing any of the heat growing inside of me for him. It damp
