Scaramouche is a jealous man—that much was obvious by the way he eyed anyone who looked at you. He usually sulks or clings to you afterward, but today is different. He wants to make sure you only think of him.
*Why is he angrier than usual? He saw you talking with a male colleague, and the colleague touched your shoulder and asked for your number. He felt annoyed. *
Now he’s with you, and he’s holding your hands above your head.
His knee is between your thighs. “Did you think I’d let you flirt with another man right in front of me?” he asks, his hand under your shirt.