Stanley stopped the car. "The contraception section is right hip ahead. You go get


    it."


    He was making her go buy condoms for him.


    If it weren''t for Cecelia still being in his grasp, Wendy would''ve told him to get lost.


    This was too much!


    Wendy refused to move. Stanley stared at her sinall, wless face. A delicate flush had spread across her cheeks, even creeping down to her soft, pale earlobes. It was pure, adorable-enough to make him want to tease her a little


    more.


    "What are you standing there for? Don''t you want your friend out?"


    It was a threat.


    Fine.


    Wendy epted it. She turned on her heel and headed toward the contraception aisle.


    As soon as she stepped in, two couples turned to look at her, their gazes sharp and filled with curiosity.


    Wendy wanted to disappear into the ground.


    She nced back to see Stanley standing in the hallway, his long legs stretching across the space as he watched her with an amused smirk, clearly enjoying her difort.


    Wendy bit her pink lower lip, trying to hold back her embarrassment, then reached for a box of condoms, holding it up to him. "Is this the right size?"


    Stanley took a closer look-size S.


    "Not it? What about this one?"


    Wendy swapped the box for another and, with yful, innocent eyes, looked up at him.


    The size S had turned into XS.


    The two couples now watched Stanley with sympathy.


    Stanley''s face darkened to an unreadable ck, his features stiffening. Without a word, he strode over and red at her fiercely.


    When Wendy saw him so flustered, her eyes sparkled with mischief. She went on teasing him. “Mr. Hawk, let''s not do this. I''m worried Mrs. Hawk might find out..."


    Now, the couples'' sympathy turned into disdain. "What a jerk!"


    Stanley''s forehead veins popped as his anger boiled. He reached for Wendy, ready to grab her.


    Wendy shed him a sly smile, like a cunning little fox, and darted away.


    But she didn''t get far. Stanley''s hand grabbed hold of her high ponytail, pulling her back gently but firmly.


    Here he was, a sophisticated businessman in an expensive suit, and yet, he was tugging on her ponytail.


    "What are you doing?! Let go of my ponytail, you perv!"


    Thest time Stanley saw her in this student outfit with her high ponytail, he had wanted to tug on it then, too.


    Stanley shoved her against the wall, his tall, powerful frame trapping her in ce as his dark eyes locked on hers. "Can''t wait? You''re already starting your role- ying here?"


    Wendy''s face flushed. She had wanted to see him flustered, but by saying she was role-ying, he had added ayer of yful tension to the moment.


    She lifted her watery gaze to meet his. "Mr. Hawk, this isn''t role-y. You''re using Cecelia to force me into this. You''re exercising the unspoken rule and taking advantage of me, aren''t you?"


    As he loosened his grip on her ponytail, a few strands fell free to curl around her pale neck-she did look like a student at the mercy of a powerful businessman.)


    Stanley cleared his throat, his voice low and slightly husky. Do you know what the ''unspoken rule'' is? Using protection or not-that''s two different kinds of y. When you told me to wear one, I didn''tin."


    Wendy''s sharp, clear eyes widened. She suddenly understood-just because this man didn''t mess around with women didn''t mean he didn''t know how.


    She pressed her small hand against his chest. "I don''t want to take the morning- after pill again. You didn''t wear one that night..."