"Stop laughing, you arrogant bastard!" Tisha hissed, her hand coming down on Alex's shoulder with a sharp smack.
The blow didn't do much to dampen Alex's amusement; if anything, his shoulders shook harder.
"I can't help it," Alex managed, his voice thick with a low, vibrating chuckle. "You were the one who told me not to hold back, Professor. I believe the exact words were 'Show me what you're capable of'."
Tisha shot him a look that was meant to be withered but was betrayed by the deep, lingering flush on her neck. "I was being provocative, not issuing a death wish! There's a difference between passion and... whatever animalistic endurance test you put me through last night."
She shifted in the leather seat, wincing as a sharp line of pain radiated through her thighs. Her brow furrowed, and she let out a muffled groan that was half-frustration and half-genuine distress.
