Chapter 134
- KILLIAN -
The virtual meeting ended. Asami gets up from the seat beside me and walks to my side, resting her palm at the end of my desk.
“Well, that was some intriguing meeting with a lot of orders and instructions to follow.” Asami says, her tone low and seductive. I’m not even looking at her. My eyes are on the blank monitor screen on my desk before me while I rest comfortably in my seat. A sigh leaves my lips.
“At the very least, this insufferable thing is over, you can help yourself find your way out.” I crane my head up, finally taking a look at her while keeping a smile on my face.
Asami’s jaw slacks for a second with annoyance written all over her face as she takes her time to digest my words. “Never fun.” She says, standing back up. I watch her closely as she paces slowly in front of me. Her fingers hold both ends of my monitor and adjusts it. Now she pushes my chair backwards with one finger and stands in front of me, sitting cautiously on the space the monitor initially conveyed. “Never fun with Killian.” She’s maintaining her composure and that tone quite well. Her subtle half grin could fool and woo anyone but not me. The moment her hand makes its way forward, I raise my chin up.
“Don’t even think of touching me.” A half smile forms in my lips as I say cooly. “I might break it.” My gaze is locked in hers, daring the vixen.
Asami’s eyelids flutter up as she returns the penetrating glare. Not anger but desire masks her gaze. She leans her torso towards me, her cheeks flaring tomato red. I lower my gaze with distaste. Her cleavage is right in my face, blaring at me. I avert my eyes back up to her face. “What if I want you to break my fingers?” She gasps, holding her hand forward, proceeding to lean my shoulder despite my warning. Two fingers make their way up and down my chest as she speaks. “Considering it’s the only touch close to romance I’ll ever get from you.”
I scoff. “Put on your jacket, Asami and dress properly next time.” I say blandly, getting up from my seat. “You’ve over stayed your welcome, please leave.” I’m being polite. This act of kindness is the most gentlemanly gesture yet and if she chooses to ignore me, well, there are other not so friendly ways to throw a lady out your house. One way being the window. “So what’s it going to be?” I return the dark, exciting, penetrating gaze back, looking deep into her eyes, a malicious smile on my face. Oh how gracious it would be if she knew what I was thinking.
“I’ll see myself out.” She breaths.