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Yet another surprise.
I gesture to the overstuffed chairs. Like my home, I prefer my office to be well-lit and free of clutter.
Miss Williams hesitates, watching me suspiciously.
I quirk a brow. “Move quickly, Miss Williams. As I mentioned before, I have no time to waste.”
“And yet you have no problems wasting mine.”
I lean my elbows on the desk and steeple my fingers. “It seems you have something to say.”
“I do.” She marches to my table and smacks her hands down next to my laptop. Leaning in, she says firmly, “I’d like to make myself clear. I do not want to be here, and I do not appreciate the methods you took togetme here. You don’t like your time wasted and I don’t like to be disrespected, so let’s try not to piss each other off by doing what the other explicitly stated they dislike. Hm?”
I hold her stare, keeping perfectly still.
She maintains eye contact and refuses to back down.
My lips twitch. Perhaps I was wrong to call her a kitten. Miss Williams is a tiger—claws out, teeth bared, ready to bite.
“Do we have an understanding, Mr. Sazuki?” she insists.
My eyes slide down her beautiful face to her lips, which are pursed in aggravation, yet still manage to look full and inviting.
The air thickens between us as I continue to study her mouth.
Dark in tone, almost maroon.
Soft.
How sweet would they be?
I get a sudden and unwanted urge to scrape my teeth against her bottom lip.
Ignoring the shifting in my pants, I stare her down. Miss Williams’ stormy expression clears away as the silence stretches. People who wish to fight need an adversary. When none is presented, they quickly realize their own folly.
Her face morphs from unwavering to uncertain.
She’s shaken so easily.
I blame it on her youth.
Or maybe her lack of real world experience.
According to her file, Miss Williams was raised by two loving and protective parents. They kept her close to home and provided everything she could need. She has not been taught how cold, howruthless,the world can be as yet.
It seems I’ve been given the task to teach her.
A beat passes.
Two.
Her mouth softens. She withdraws from the table.
This retreat should not be so enjoyable. I do not wish to break Miss Williams, but I am interested to see how much of her fire I can withstand before I burn.
“Whether you like it or not, Miss Williams,” I rise from the desk and approach her, “you and I will be working very closely together until your graduation.”
“I’d rather report to someone else.”
