Taming Mr. Black

11. Killian

KILLIAN'S POV

" I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines."

  Damn.

  Talk about a boner killer.

I don't know if she's lying or telling the truth, but I sure as hell feel like shit at her rejection. With my hands in my pockets, I stare at, clearly and intently watch her. Wondering why she's so different.

Wondering why she had to make me chase her, pursue her, when sometimes she stares at me like she wants me to have my way with her. Like she wants me to fuck her brains out.

  I don't have to talk dirty with women to have them in my bed and tangled in my sheets, but everything with Naomi is different. I'm not blind, I notice the way her breathing changed when I whispered filthy things in her ear. I noticed how her heartbeat accelerated when I wrapped my hand around her throat. Or how noticeable goosebumps crowd her skin with our close proximity.

  So she's attracted to me but won't give in? Or she hates me and thinks I'm a fucking pervert. Whichever way it turns out to be, I knew I was gonna have Naomi. It might take a long time and maybe an awful amount of effort, but she's gonna be mine. That I'm sure of.

" So are you gonna properly treat me like a guest now? Or you're still gonna talk dirty to me?" She asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

  I smirk, bringing my gaze to her breasts that's a little visible from the unbuttoned top buttons of my dress shirt that she's wearing. I can also see the slight red lace material of her bra through the white shirt.

" Wow. Should I be surprised you just rejected me the second time in less than three days?" I ask, turning my back and walking to my side of the kitchen island.

  Naomi crosses her arms across her chest, ignorant about how her breasts pushed up the slightest.

" That's not rejection. I'm just trying to remind you that you're my boss." She says.

Right.

   I pick up my slightly warm coffee and bring it to my lips to take a sip. My eyes wander over Naomi's body for a minute, smirking as she shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another. She's not that tall. Obviously 5 feet 4 inches tall. A lot of inches shorter than me. I can see the top of her head from where I stand. Her breasts are not the fullest or biggest, but it's an average size and it will fit perfectly in my hands. Her waist is little, and fuck she's thick. With her broad hips that matches her small waist and thick thighs. She's not the sexiest woman out there but fuck it, this woman is beautiful. She's perfect. Her legs are toned and her hair, a honey wave.

  She's everything I want. Maybe not my type of woman that I've been with before, but she's worth everything new that I want to try. Everything that my cock craves.

" Mr. Black." Naomi calls, no longer crossing her arms but holding her own coffee.

" Yeah?"

" I asked what you were doing at Bart's?" She says and takes a sip from her coffee with her eyes on mine.

" Meeting an acquaintance."

" Should I be worried you're always everywhere I go?" She asks, blowing little air into her coffee.

  I smile slightly, staring at her lips and imagining different dirty things her lips can possibly do. For example...

" Are you always this distracted?" Naomi's voice snaps me from my nasty thoughts.