Chapter 9: Put The Tie On Me
(Arata)
Unlike how I had left him, there was no open file in front of him. The cocky male was sitting watching me like a smug hawk with his head tilted a smudge.
I infused as much confidence as possible in my stride and approached his desk.
He glanced at his expensive-looking watch and quilled.
"Just in time, I thought you won't make it."
I smacked my lips shut and refrained myself from retorting back.
'Be nice, Arata,' I grilled myself.
Carrying the coffee cup in front of him, my hands shook irrespective of how hard I tried to keep them steady. The cup slightly rattled on the pitcher and I tried not to sneak a glance at the smug man. I set the box containing the tie right next to the cup.
"Sir! Your coffee and tie, as requested." I flashed him a professional smile. Strands of his shadowy hair kissed the top of his nose, and he brushed them away with his long, tapered fingers before reaching for the cup. The white tendrils still rose in abundance, promising it was hot.
I waited with my breath stuck in my lungs as his index finger coiled in the handle and he picked it up, taking a tentative sip with puckered lips.
I didn't even blink, gawking at his reaction. He placed the cup down and his darkened amused eyes found me.