POV Jisoo
"I'll just do my very best to help in every way possible. Is that good enough." His voice blurted out into my ear with no remorse. His fingers tracing my skin and his lips hovering above my forehead by his tall length.
"I"-
Oh God, I couldn't help but stutter, as the heat of his warm skin clashed against my very own giving me no form of breathing space. him being close to me, consumed every air I was breathing, forcing me to hold my breath back, not only by the touch of his skin but also my his magnetic brown eyes that somehow kept me a bay, filling up my body with electric heat. If I said no, then he'll leave. But, if I let him stay then........
"What's your answer. Yes, no, maybe so." He said, a smirk on his face as he cornered my body onto the cold, hardened bathroom wall, made of tile.
Looking at him and his smudged smirk, I only rolled my eyes and swallowed my shy approach towards him, he was not going to get the best of me.
"Fine, but your only helping me by zipping up the dress, and nothing else." I spoke which only made him smile with delight the more he looked at me.
"If you say so malyshka." He spoke the last word in a foreign tongue that had my head spinning. Was that Russian. I questioned myself but then went silent by the slight touch of his fingers scraping against my exposed back, sending bolts of electricity spiraling down my spine.
"A-are you done." I stuttered. I was overwhelmed by him. His lips in my ear, and his grip tightened the lower his hands moved down my body as his breathing intensified.
"Stay still". He warned as he yanked hard on the back of my dress. And I breathed heavily
His fingers drifted from my back, and back up the back of my neck where his breathing bounced against my ear once more, as he lowered his head to match my height.
"You can breath now, I'm done" I turned around to stare at him, my cheeks flushed and my heart pounding against my rib cage, dearing to jump out of my chest. His hands were now in his pocket, his eyes looking at me. Dark, and cold. His black jacket wide against his shoulders and his lips pouting with a wet flourish look that had my knees weak.
Why the fuck was I acting like this. I had a job to do, and I had sworn to myself not to get distracted off my duty. Even if I had to suffer the consequences of my own sexual desires, I will stay away from him, no matter how long he'll keep me captive . I'll be in full control.
"Are you gonna stand there, or are we gonna get going" he said and I smirked
"Take the lead good sir, I'll follow behind" my voice umbotherd, smooth yet charming.
I just have something to do first, before leaving.
The look
The dress
The jewelry
The heels
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, there's more to come.
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