Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 2

Chapter Song: Too Sweet- Hozier

Monday- Morning

-Evangeline-

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"You think this is funny?" James's deep gravel voice hits the back of my throat and sends a shiver of heat down my spine. He definitely has the Winters's charm.

I take a deep breath and dart my tongue out to lick the top of my lip and into a nervous bite of my bottom lip as I collect myself. His eyes dart the movement, "As I said, I'm sorry, and I apologize. I find this situation to be amusing on my side, but other than that, this is a serious situation that can be easily handled. I can either help you clean this mess up-"

"You think you can clean up his suit?! This is an expensive suit. Custom made, and measured into every inch of his body. It costs more than any money that you can get your hands on," Adelle interrupts before I can say another word.

My eyes expand down the length of his suit, soaking in every curve that custom hits his broad shoulders and strong biceps. His black tie goes great with the grey suit that compliments his creamy skin.

His aged black neat short hair doesn't touch, but a piece hovers over his chiseled cheekbone.

His strong jawline makes his looks impossible to resist which only brings out his confident and selfish attitude even more. Those mysterious ocean-blue eyes still stare at me with an intense pressure that could make anyone crack.

But one thing I won't do is give him the satisfaction of thinking I fear him.

He's one hell of an attractive man, and even at his age, he looks flawless.

I nod as I place my hands in the pockets of my black Spanx business pants, leaning my posture back in a confident stride, "You're right. It is a really nice suit. But, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I could help him clean the mess up or pay for his dry cleaning to have it expertly cleaned."

I narrow my eyes at Adelle and lick my teeth behind my lips before speaking again, "Is that good enough for you?"

I should have said, Is that good enough for you, your highness? Or do you need to talk more for your playtoy?

I turn my gaze back with a friendly smile to Mr. Winters, whose scowl has turned into a grin, is staring at me with something new I've never seen before behind his suddenly darkened ocean-blue eyes.

I clear my throat and regain myself from snapping, "Again, sorry for the mistake. Which would you like for me to do, Winty?"

A moment of silence spills over us as his eyes stare into mine. I hold my stare into him, refusing to let anyone make them think they have control over me.

"You spilled coffee on me, ruined my suit, and laughed in my face? Aren't you something special?" He pauses for a moment. His eyes look me up and down, gazing at every detail of myself, and he takes a step.

He steps closer to where I can feel the heat coming from him and leans down until his face is close to mine. My breath hitches at his Winters's brand cologne -which has a woody and spicy smell (the smell itself makes my knees weak)- mixed with an expensive cologne, and a hint of aftershave that hits my nose.