Chapter 3: What Do Men Want?
Killian Wellington.
When their eyes locked, no, when Anita took in his features from behind her oversized dark shades, memories flooded her mind in a torrent, but none that was pleasing, only serving to increase her irritation.
"You asshole!" she cursed and swung her bag at him.
The man giggled, taking the first hit, but caught her hand in the air before the second hit landed. "You’re only allowed to hit me once, Annette. That’s our rule."
Perhaps, she would have blushed at the sound of that, but with her heart and emotions in disarray, she couldn’t summon the courage to feel good.
Instead, her anger rose as she kneeled him where it hurt men the most.
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His balls.
Killian growled and doubled over as pain shot through his veins.
"That’s what you get for being a prick. This better be the last time I see you again." With that, the elevator dinged and she stormed out. She didn’t even look back at him.
Killian held the elevator door, stopping it from closing as he watched her until she disappeared into one of the executive suits. Despite the pain, his lips curled into a beautiful smile. "Still the same."