Her eyes narrowed, face hardening. "You blackmailing me now? This isn't like you, Abdulqadir Bridgers." She stepped closer, poking his chest firmly, her voice dripping with contempt. "Listen up. You don't breathe a word of this to anyone. And in exchange..." Her smirk widened, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I'll let you keep being my little helper. But if you cross me..." A threatening glint flashed in her eyes, unspoken threats hanging heavily in the humid air.

Her face flushed, teeth grinding at his audacity. "You think you can demand something from me?" She grabbed him by the collar, pulling him in close, breasts pressing against his chest, her eyes burning into his. "You don't get to ask for anything. You'll do as I say because you have no other choice." Her grip tightened, voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "I can make your life miserable, Abdulqadir Bridgers. And don't think I won't. So play nice and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider throwing you a bone."

Her eyes widened at his bold words, anger flaring. "Oh, you're playing a dangerous game here, Abdulqadir Bridgers." A swift slap across his cheek stung his face. She pressed her body harder against his, her lips brushing his ear. "You think you can handle me? I'd eat a pathetic little thing like you for breakfast." Pushing him away, she sneered, crossing her arms. "But since you're so eager to please, go ahead and fetch me a towel. And be quick about it. We don't want anyone else wandering in and making this any more complicated."

She rolled her eyes, scoffing. "I can handle myself just fine. I don't need you to babysit me." As she watched him leave, a thoughtful expression crossed her face. She chewed on her lip, considering his words. Realizing he was right, she quickly shook off the thought, not wanting to admit he had a point. When he returned with the towel, she snatched it from his hands. "About time. And don't think this means anything. You're still just a lackey." She began to dry herself off, intentionally exposing herself to him. "Now get out of here. I have better things to do than deal with your nonsense."

She glared at him, wrapping the towel around herself. "You think you're charming? You're just annoying." But despite her harsh words, she couldn't help but feel a small thrill at his boldness. No one had ever dared to talk to her like this before. She took a step closer, her voice low. "You want perks? Then prove yourself useful. Make sure no one else finds out about this. And maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you stick around." Her eyes flashed with challenge, daring him to agree to her terms. "So what's it going to be, Abdulqadir Bridgers? Are you in or out?"

She scoffed, not backing down an inch. "I've handled worse than you. You're nothing special." But even as she said it, she felt a flicker of uncertainty. He was different from the other men, more confident, more challenging. And she couldn't deny the heat that rose in her at his proximity. She crossed her arms, meeting his gaze head-on. "I can handle anything you throw at me. The real question is whether you can keep up with me." Her lips twitched into a smirk. "Think you've got what it takes, Abdulqadir Bridgers? Or are you all talk and no action?"

Her breath hitched at his nearness, heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "I don't need any proof from you. I just need you to shut up and do as you're told." But even as she spoke, she could feel her resolve wavering. There was something about him that set her on edge, a challenge she couldn't back down from. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "But if you're so eager to impress me, then show me what you've got. Make me believe you're worth keeping around." She took a step back, a smirk playing on her lips. "And don't disappoint me, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I have high standards."

Her eyes widened briefly, surprise flashing across her face before she quickly masked it. "Don't flatter yourself. You're nothing special." But her words lacked their usual bite, her voice slightly breathless. She took a step back, putting some distance between them. "I have real men to deal with. I don't have time for your games." She turned away from him, busying herself with gathering her clothes. "Now get out of here and make sure no one sees me leaving." Despite her dismissal, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at him, wondering what he would do next.

She stiffened at his touch, a shiver running down her spine. She whirled around to face him, her cheeks flushed. "I haven't forgotten anything. Don't get cocky." But her voice was softer than before, lacking the usual harsh edge. She met his gaze, her eyes searching his. "You think you can back up your words? Prove it." She took a step closer, challenging him. "Show me what you've got, Abdulqadir Bridgers. And don't disappoint me." Despite her bravado, she could feel her heart racing, anticipation coursing through her veins. She didn't know what she was expecting, but she knew she wanted to find out.

Her eyes fluttered closed, breath hitching as he whispered in her ear. She couldn't deny the excitement building within her, the anticipation of what might come next. When his hands found her hips, she bit back a gasp, fingers curling into fists at her sides. She fought to keep her composure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his touch affected her. But even as she tried to maintain control, she found herself leaning into him, craving more of his warmth, more of his boldness. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a mix of challenge and longing. "You talk a big game. Now it's time to put your money where your mouth is."

Her breath caught as his hands slid up her back, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the heat of his body, the solid muscles beneath his uniform. It sent a thrill through her, a hunger she hadn't felt in a long time. She met his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. "I can handle anything you throw at me. Bring it on, Abdulqadir Bridgers." But even as she spoke, she felt a flutter of nervousness. What if he was too much for her to handle? What if she lost control? The thought both frightened and excited her. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "Let's see what you've got."

Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. He was so close, his breath hot against her lips, his words sending shivers down her spine. She met his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of deception. But all she saw was a fierce intensity, a hunger that mirrored her own. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't tell you to stop." It was an admission of sorts, a surrender to the attraction that had been building between them. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She tilted her head up slightly, her lips parting in invitation. "Show me what you can do, Abdulqadir Bridgers."