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Constantijin and me and…and her ?
                “Yanna,” Constantijin barked from his inner office.
                Giving the older woman another embarrassed smile, I hurriedly went inside. God, what the hell was eating him anyway? Surely my presentation wasn’t that bad?
                “Close the door,” he barked.
                This time my temper was near to bursting. “You don’t have to shout at me, you know,” I muttered as I closed the door. When I turned around to face him, I didn’t have any time to react.
                Constantijin was on me in an instant, his lips taking mine in an open-mouthed kiss that sent my senses reeling. As he sucked on my tongue, I was barely aware of him twisting us around so that I had to walk back as he moved forward and forward. When I hit something from behind, Constantijin lifted me up and brought me down on his desk.
                Releasing my lips, Constantijin pushed me down, leaving my legs to dangle from the table.
                “What---” I tried to protest but his brooding look shut me up. There was something in it, something more than anger or frustration.
                Then I felt him rolling my underwear past my legs and I yelped again, “What are you doing?”
                “ I saw you .” He threw my panties away.
                I tried crawling away from him, but it was too late. He leaned over me, his weight pressing down on my body and imprisoning me in place.
                “You were flirting with that boy.”
                It took me a while to understand what he was talking about.
                I gasped. “Are you talking about Dra---”
                “Don’t you dare say his fucking name in my presence!” he growled and bit my lip as if in punishment.
                I groaned, not out of hurt but because I was even more aroused, his movement causing his rock-hard cock to rub just the right way against my naked core.
                “Why were you flirting with him?”
                This time, I understood what I had seen in his eyes earlier – what I now heard from his voice. He was jealous. Constantijin Kastein was jealous – because of me. It was stupid of me, I knew that, but somehow the realization made me happy.
                I knew that him being jealous could mean nothing. It could just mean that he was extremely possessive, that he thought I belonged to him. But right now, I didn’t care. Right now, all I could think was that he had to care for me – even just a bit – for him to feel so jealous and affected over an entirely casual conversation in front of a vendo.
                “I wasn’t flirting with him,” I said gently. Inside my mind, I could hear Alyx making a tsk tsk sound, warning me against being too soft. Constantijin revealed a moment of jealousy and here I was thinking he cared for me. It was my hopelessly romantic side winning over my common sense, Alyx would tell me, but right now – I didn’t care.
                Constantijin’s brooding look didn’t go away, but his tone was less hard when he spoke. “Then what were you doing?”
                “Just talking." I moved restlessly against his body, his cock a pulsing temptation between my legs.
                He bit my lip once more, but this time it felt more playful than punishing. “I don’t like seeing you talking to another man but me, Yanna.”
                “Talking is different from flirting.” I did my very best not to arch against him, but it was hard. He was unconsciously – or consciously – rubbing himself against me now, and it drove me insane – like his touch always did.
                His hands clamped around my waist, keeping me still. “Promise me you won’t talk to him