“I turned up exactly when I meant to. You need to relax and stop being so serious.”
“Am I here for the exchange or for you to dissect my personality?”
“Can’t it be both? It would be nice to get to know my colleague,” I say as I lean back in my chair. He’s so pissed off. Not annoyed enough to take his attention away from my white open shirt that exposes my chest. So obvious.
“No it can’t. Can you just sign the papers so I can leave? Jules has handed over the money to your guy while we were waiting for your grand entrance. I just need you to sign this,” he says, pointing at the papers in the middle of my desk.
I look down and slowly read through the documents, aware that every second pushes Simon to levels of irritance I’ve never seen before. I really do have an effect on him.
“How long have you been working for the Kozlovs?” I ask as I skim the pages. Very, very slowly.
“Are you always this talkative? Why the fuck do you wanna know?”
“So defensive. I’m just interested.”
“Since I was eighteen,” he mumbles.
“How many years ago was that?”
“Eleven.”
“Siblings?”
“No.”
“Parents?”
“No.”
“Gay?”
“Fuck you.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. Simon doesn’t find it that funny though, based on the enlarged nostril flare. I’d love to pin him down, watch him come undone. Become a tame little kitten.
I finally sign off the paperwork which he quickly grabs, before standing to leave, but I can’t let him go yet, so I stand and move around the desk until I’m standing in front of him. We match in height, six foot, which I like. Perfect eye contact.
“Now answer me this, why do you dislike me so much?”
“I’ve already told you. You’re arrogant and think you can have whatever you want.”
“You got that all from our brief meetings?”
“I know how to read people.”
“So it's not because you were scared I’d out you?”
“You’re really fucking pushing it, dickface.”
I move closer to him and he takes a small step back toward the door behind him. Caging him in like the cub he is.
“But what if I wanna push it? Hmm?” I say and force him back until his back hits the door. His face pales and I’m not sure if he’s stopped breathing or gone into shock. I run my index finger down the side of his face, prepared for him to bite my finger off or punch me, but he doesn’t. This guy is full of surprises and so unpredictable. It's invigorating.
“Get your fucking hands off me, before I hurt you,” he says. Ahh, there he is. Sassy boy. But I don’t remove my finger, instead I move it toward his pink, plump lips that are calling out to me.
“I do love some rough play. You wanna play, little lion?”
Before I can register his movement, a burning pain hits my cheek with sharp force and radiates into my jaw. The little fucker slapped me. God, I wanna groan at how turned on I am right now.