"Sorry?" he repeated, surprised by the response and not bothering to hide it. She'd just apologised to him, and she'd done nothing. He was the being an absolute twat. She did like it, she was falling into something of a role so easily. This was very interesting. "Mmm, so you fucking should be," he added. Well- if she liked it, he wouldn't hold back.
The book dropped, which surprised him even more. God, he really was having quite an effect on her while doing very little.
"Oh, no, I think I'd like to analyse this right now," he told her, because he had the feeling that taking the piss over it was just going to help matters. She was already a jittery wreck and he'd hardly even started.
"What, my passionate chauvinism, yeah? Uh huh, and maybe you just like to hear my voice. Fucking hell, if that was the case you'd never get fucking anything done. I don't think it would have quite the same effect if I was reading out fucking Heat magazine, eh?"
She turned slightly, and he just smirked at her like the smug bastard he was.
"Well, that's a challenge darling, because you are a very fucking mouthy cunt, aren't you?" he pointed out. If he was on the wrong track now, he was in serious shit. But he was sure this was what she wanted. For some reason.
Without much thought for what he was really getting into, one hand held her firmly in place, and the other popped her top button.
"You know, you talk and talk and you'd think I was meant to actually care about your useless fucking opinions," he practically hissed in her ear.