"Jealous, aren't we?" Tisha teased, her voice dropping into a playful lilt. She adjusted her glasses, her gaze tracking him as he turned back toward her.
"I didn't realize 'my man' felt threatened by a Finance professor in a tailored suit."
Alex offered a slow, knowing smile at her playful taunts, but he didn't say a word. The silence only added to the predatory weight of his movements as he walked toward her chair.
With a steady hand, he reached out and slid the thick frames from the bridge of her nose, placing them carefully on the desk.
He leaned in, his fingers brushing against her temple as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Tisha felt a sudden wave of shyness wash over her, her heart hammering against her ribs, but before she could voice a single thought, Alex reached down.
In one fluid motion, he hoisted her up and sat her firmly on the edge of the mahogany desk, scattering a few stray papers in the process.
