Not So Perfect

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She would be lying if she said she wasn't expecting a bouquet of flowers from a ravishing man leaning in her doorway. His eyes were like smoke in the mountains and his smile like a crescent hanging in the sky. She didn't accept the bouquet, which didn't stop him from entering the apartment and putting those flowers in the vase.

"Why do you keep bringing them when I ask you not to?"

"Why do you keep asking me not to when I told you I will bring them over whenever I visit?" He plopped down on the beige love seat. "I should visit often, I think," he said, glancing at numerous flower vases. His gaze halted on her, then salaciously dipped down from her throat to the deep plunge of her unbuttoned shirt.

Her skin sizzled under his eyes as he slowly heaved them back up, adding, "To fill all those vases, of course."

"No need. I invited you so I could break each of them on your head." She poured him chamomile tea, snapping a vicious glare.

The new apartment she moved into was located a block away from where he lived. A very opulent, luxurious, and busy lane. Contradicting the previous apartment, this one was cozy. No long hallways, no unnecessary rooms and furniture, no black paints. The walls were painted with pastel and rich shades like cerulean blue, mint green, lilac, and beige. The apartment was full of life and vibrancy that made her wince from time to time, but she would just put up with it.

"You are cute when you throw a tantrum." His tantalizing smile pricked her skin, and she instantly regretted calling him. All she wanted was information about the murders. Since he was friends with that officer, he would surely know something.

"You'll see how cute I am when I kill you in here and make it look like an accident," she threatened, strolling close to him with a cup.

"I would like to see you try."

Leona ceased between his spread legs, towering and smiling down at him. His eyes roamed over her face before he again looked down at her cleavage. The bra popped her breasts up, giving him a perfect view when she bent down to his eye level. Their calescent breaths crashed, mingling with each other so sensually and the movements of his chest raced. From the corner of her eyes, Leona saw his knuckles bursting as his bones ringed in tension.

"You look thrilled by the idea of dying here," She whispered as her swathed finger ever so slightly touched his throat, and seductively moved down. There was a hint of fire or maybe rage blazing in his eyes when they dropped down to her chest then back to her eyes again. His left hand moved to the back of her thigh and Leona nearly jumped, not expecting the warmth that drenched her. His hand was large, fingers cautious, as they slowly grazed her skin from the fabric.

"Well, if you are burying my face in your tits and suffocate me to death, I don't mind dying," he whispered back so low that she barely heard him. Tayson shamelessly allowed his stare to rack up and down her figure. His gaze slowly drank in her curves, trailing up to the collarbones then down. Having his attention seemed so different. A low flutter in her stomach nearly sabotaged her intentions. His mouth on her chest would be tempting but Leona suppressed the urge to be kissed by him. How his lips would taste? He always smelled like the cool breeze in the middle of the mountains, there was a hint of spice that dwelled around him.

She placed one of her hands on his shoulder, stepping closer when he breathed in sharply. She dragged her hand from his shoulder to his hand, slowly lifted his finger and dipped it in the cup of hot tea. Tayson grunted, snapping out of the trance and Leona stepped back with an innocent smile aimed at the ruffled man. "Would you mind escorting me for some drinks, Tayson?"

"You better apologize to me, Leona." That commanding tone was gruff, doing something to her body.

"Or else?"