As promised, you had gone to see Suga after you woke up and got ready for the day. You'd knocked on his study and gone in, sitting down primly across from him. You were rather proud that you neither stuttered nor blushed, seeing his face after last night's...events. Today he was wearing a long-sleeve black turtleneck that accentuated the broadness of his shoulders. You swallowed and tried not to notice. Epic fail. You laced your fingers together on top of his desk and leaned forward with a small smile.
"Morning. You wished to see me before I headed out?"
The mafioso leveled a cool gaze at you from across the table and nodded curtly. "Yeah. I wanted to inform you that from now on, whenever you leave the manor for any reason, you'll have an escort." Seeing my mouth open in protest, Suga's hand snapped up, stopping me from interrupting as he continued.
"Look, Kitten," he sighed, the usually-aloof expression on his features thawing a bit. He offered you a small smile, the barest lifting of the corners of his mouth. Even so, you felt your stomach tighten and a wave of heat course through you, remembering the way he smiled at your last night after giving you the best orgasm of your life. You shook your head in irritation, forcing the thoughts from your mind.. Damn. How could he look so sweet and be so dangerous at the same time?
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"You're kind of in between a rock and a hard place. You have something our enemies want, and I can't let you wander around on your own in case they make a move. That being said, I'll accompany you today and whenever I have the time, but for the most part, it'll be the Boys. Since today's the first time, I figured I would personally watch over you. Meet me in the driveway in thirty minutes and we'll get going."
After speaking, he returned his attention to the sheaf of papers in front of him, casually dismissing you. Stifling a sigh, you bowed and rose from the plush leather chair, a small frown on your face. Fine. I guess I do kind of need their protection, but I also kinda need my own space. Oh, well. You could argue your point later when Yoongi was in a bit more of a...receptive mood. Clearly, this morning, he was all business and had his Boss persona on, and you already knew that protesting would be pointless at the moment.
If nothing else, this meant that at the very least, Yoongi was taking the threat to your life seriously. And more than that, today he seemed a little...softer. You flashed him a quick smile and wave before shutting the door to his office and heading to your room to gather your purse and work bag.
