He didn’t move. Didn’t say a word. I bit my lip and experienced a moment of self-doubt. Maybe I was mistaken? Maybe he really wasn’t Falco. The thought brought a simultaneous rush of relief and regret that I didn’t want to question.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” I said stupidly.

“I don’t have to say anything.”

My face heated again and I charged, grabbing at the doorknob in spite of the fact that he was firmly planted against the door like a big, hulking oak tree.

“Let. Me. Out!”

He wouldn’t budge so I got violent, pounding a fist against his huge chest. He hardly flinched. Didn’t even blink. That infuriated me more, so I took another swing at him.

It was like hitting a brick wall.

Soon, I was treating him like a punching bag and he appeared to not even feel it. Damn it! With frustration, I let out a growl and continued pummeling him with my fists. He raised a brow, mildly amused. “Honestly, it’s like being attacked by a gnat.”

Punch. “You suck!” Punch. “I hate you.” Punch. “You’re disgusting.” Punch.

Then he laughed. “That’s not what you were saying that night at Comic-Con.”

“You…” My knee zeroed in on his crotch. I snagged him in the upper thigh instead. I hated being so short.

His eyes widened, alarmed. That had gotten his attention.

“Whoa, there. Calm down.”

Ohhh, I wanted to kick the crap out of him! I was not a violent person, but this… My knee jerked up again, this time striking much closer to the mark.

He pushed off the door, true anger crossing his features. I stepped back, suddenly intimidated and realizing that he was a lot bigger than me.

“Knock it off, Weiss.”

“I’d rather knock you off. If I could figure out a way to hide the body, I’d be plotting your death this very minute.”

He raised his brows. With him distracted and away from the door, I lunged for it. Before I could even get close, his arm snaked out, catching me around the waist. He pulled me back against him and I elbowed him in the stomach.

Which did nothing at all because it was like elbowing the aforementioned brick wall. Suddenly, he pushed forward and I found myself pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that overlooked a private, pretty little courtyard. Jordan had me pinned against the window, my back to his front. I could barely manage a wriggle.

His hot breath singed the back of my neck.

“I’m going to scream,” I said, knowing full well there was little else I could do at this point.

“Really? And when people come running, are you going to explain what you’re so pissed about?”

I had nothing to say to that, so I kept quiet.

After a few minutes, he slowly loosened his grip on me. “Take a minute and calm down, please, so we can talk about this.”

“I have nothing to talk about with you. Bastard.”

“It’s rat bastard, actually.”

“Do I look like I’m in the mood for joking around? I’m not. So get your big, giant gorilla body off of me.”

“That—”

“If you say that’s not what I said that night at Comic-Con, then you’d better kiss your balls goodbye.”

His body shook against mine. He was laughing.

“It’s not fucking funny, Jordan.”

He kept laughing. “If you say so.”

I clenched my fists and my jaw and waited. Slowly, he let up, but he didn’t back away. I turned around and faced him—

And wished I hadn’t. His face was only inches from mine, and my heart was reacting accordingly. His smell, his gorgeous eyes, the feel of his body… Apparently, my body was nothing short of happy to be this close to the best sex of my life again.

But my brain was still beyond pissed off at him.

“Are you ready to talk about this yet?” he asked.

“I’m not sure if I will ever be ready. And you’ve got your goddamn meeting in thirty minutes. I plan on torching your office while you’re gone.”

“Mmm. That might make things difficult for you to get your recommendation.”

I stiffened. “If you hold that over my head one more time, I’ll—”

“What will you do, April? Record me having sex with you and upload it to the Internet?”

My mouth twisted in frustration. Okay, he had a point. I was still the one responsible for the cosplay porn being broadcast to anyone with Internet. But a goddamn decent person would have let me know he was the other person weeks ago.