Annoyed with my enemy boss, I sneak into the staff kitchen, only for him to burst in and knock my chocolate from my grasp.
“What are you doing?” I shuffled trying to block him from throwing away a good chocolate bar. He stared down at me, his velvet eyes piercing into my ribcage and squeezing my breath into my throat.
“I’m throwing away the chocolate.” I heard the chocolate hit the trash can, and anger bloomed inside my chest. Ari had never experienced hunger. He’d never experienced hardship. His only difficulty was probably flying coach instead of first class. “Here, have another one.” His condescending tone echoed around the staff kitchen.
I turned around with a tornado force, falling into his granite chest. His hand sank into my waist, his thumb against the silk of my blouse, striking a match with the connection. "This is becoming a habit, Ms. Willows.” His voice sounded like gravel and sin.
Startled, I blinked a few times, then tilted my head up from his broad chest. The steady draw of his dreamy brown eyes emptied every single thought from my mind. “You’re just been wasteful.” I arched my back, creating some well-needed space between us, but his hand remained burning on my skin. “If I’d known it meant that much to you, Ms. Willows, I would have happily given it back.” I blinked.
Did I hear him correctly? “Then I could watch you eat it off the floor it shares with the rodents.”
“Ugh!” I palmed both hands on his chest, pushing out of his grasp. He stepped closer, and automatically I reached behind me, finding the counter to steady myself.
His gaze hovered, drifting to my lips. I stopped breathing. His hand circled my chin, tilting it up to his face. There was an unmistakable fire behind them. “I suggest you wipe the remnants of that curry off those full lips... or I will.”
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