RESISTING DEVIN SINCLAIR

Tamara

Badump! Badump! Badump!

Lord, no, no, no, no, no! It's happening again. That tingling, sensational feeling I usually get whenever he's near. Especially now that he's a few inches away from me, half naked, looking innocently, preposterously and ruggedly... hot!

Jesus!

"Bunny," He called again, more softly and tenderly this time, slowly coming down to my level, eyes still locked on mine. "Do I scare you?"

Oh, my God, what is this? I think my heart's about to explode. The look in his eyes was so... vulnerable and so... fragile. I don't think I've ever seen Devin Sinclair like this before.

"Please, answer me."

"No!" I managed to reply, my voice unrecognizably husky. "No, you don't scare me."

"You sure?" He enquired, voice softer than ever, and the way he looked at me made me feel things... fluttery things in my stomach. I hate this. I shouldn't be feeling this way.

I let out a long, shaky breath. "Yes."

"So if I try to touch you, you won't recoil again like you just did?" He queried. Why are you doing this to me, Devin?

"Yes." I tried to sound as flat as possible, but failed miserably. "Now can we please... get back to the... interview..."

The words died in my throat, my breath hitching, my pulse rising as Devin's hand slid up my lap. His mere touch instantly made my nipples tighten hard against my bra, sending electric sparks skittering down my spine.

And the weird thing was... I liked it. I freaking liked it.

"Devin..."

"I can't pretend anymore." He whispered softly, giving my lap a gentle caress. I was quick to cover my mouth with my hand, to suppress the soft moan that was about to escape my lips, "I... I uh..." He looked like he was struggling with his words. He glanced down at the floor, sighed softly, "Fuck it!" He cursed under his breath and glanced up at me again.

I couldn't move. I just... froze there... rooted to the couch, heat rising in my neck.

"I like you, Bunny." He dropped the bombshell. My jaw dropped instantly, eyes widening, heart slamming so hard against my ribs that I found it hard to breathe. "I really, really like you. I think... I think I always have, but... I have been so scared to admit it." He paused for a second, then went on, "So... when... when you... act like that... recoil in horror when I come close... it... it breaks my heart. I'm terribly sorry for pushing you and choking your arm that day, I didn't mean to." He shifted a little nervously, "Look... I guess what I'm trying to say is... I don't want you to fear me, Bunny. I... I want you to... like me like I like you."

This was probably the time for me to respond, but I was too stunned to speak.

Extremely stunned.

Devin Sinclair, notoriously known for being a sexist fuckboy, the "I don't do feelings" guy, is