"You sure you don't want to look at the area I want it?" Her fingers start to pull the bottom hem of her shirt up even higher.
My hand shoots out on instinct and stops her from revealing any more to me. "After is fine." She smirks, and I just know she’s purposely needling me.
I pull my hand away when I realize my palm that's touching her is starting to get clammy. Fuck. I'm never this unprofessional. What is this girl doing to me? I knew she'd be trouble, I just didn't know I'd be this tempted.
B
I grin up at him, knowing I'm making him nervous.
I love making men squirm.
"You're the boss." I release my shirt and let it fall back down over my stomach.
He turns to face his workbench, but I can still hear him mumbling under his breath. "Be professional,Boss."
This view of his back has my eyes wandering. I take in his broad shoulders and the firm muscles under his fitted shirt. I'd love to know what his back looks like without his shirt. Is it covered in tattoos? From the small bits I can see peeking out over the neckline of his shirt, I would say yes, it is. Is it one large piece or several smaller pieces tied together? My mouth starts to water at the thought of what his bare front looks like, also wondering how much of that side is covered.
When he turns around, his demeanor has changed. It's almost as if he gave himself a little pep talk while his back was turned to me. He's in professional mode now. His eyes are no longer dark and filled with desire. Instead, they're glued to his tablet. His face is expressionless, unlike the restrained tension it held moments ago.
“If you could get your ID out for me to scan, that would be great.”
I take my ID out of my pocket because I don’t have a wallet. Thank the universe that I didn’t forget it today. That would have put a big wrench in my plans. I hand it over for him to scan.
"And here's some paperwork for you to sign while I get everything set up." He hands over the tablet without even looking at me. It's as if he can't even trust himself to do that.
I click through the documents without reading them thoroughly. I've done this a million times; I know what I'm signing up for.
"Done."
He looks over, surprised. "Did you even read any of it?"
I fake a gasp. "Of course I did. Do you really think I'd be that irresponsible?" I put my hand on my chest for a little extra drama.
He shakes his head and purses his lips together to hold back a laugh. One hand grabs the tablet from me while the other runs down his face. But I don't let go. He tugs at it, and I hold my grip firm, pulling him toward me. Now let's be honest. If this man didn't want to be closer to me, I wouldn't have been able to pull him so easily. He wants me like I want him.
For a moment, I see that fire spark in his eyes before he shakes it away again. Having gotten the response I wanted, I let go.
"You are something."
"So I've been told."
Ignoring me now, he taps on his screen and pulls up his sketches. To my surprise, he sits down on the chair next to me. Not close enough that we're touching, but close enough that I can feel his body heat. I always run cold, which makes me a magnet for any source of warmth. But I've already come on pretty strong, so I resist. I've gotten my point across; he knows what I want. Now it'shisturn to beg forme.
"These are a few different sketches I did. Let me know what you like and what you don't like, and we can make some tweaks as needed."
I take the tablet from him again, and his hand brushes against mine. Fuck me. I want those hands wrapped around my neck.
I scroll through the images, taking in all the details he poured into them. "These are fucking amazing, Kass."
KASS
That's the first time she's said my name. It sounds so good rolling off her tongue. I bet it would sound even better when she's screaming it or moaning it into my ear, barely able to speak because I'm making her breathless.
"Thanks. I really loved the concept, so it made it easy to play around with."
"Do you listen to Sleep Token?"
"Of course."
