Nunew accidentally crashes CEO Zee Pruk Panich's car when working as a valet. He expects Zee to make him pay back the cost of damages but the young businessman has another arrangement in mind.
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Chestnut hued eyes were filled with regret as they blearily blinked opened the next morning. His soft skin was flushed a deep shade of red, a stubborn pout on his plump rosy lips.
When I asked him if he remembered what he'd done last night—the drinks, his outfit, the dancing—he'd timidly glared at me before wincing. A pained hiss slipped from his lips. His gaze fell from mine, avoiding my raised brow as he mumbled, "Well, it served you right," under his breath.
The begrudging tone he tried to emulate was anything but convincing. I could see the way his fingers curled into the sheets that were still draped over his lean body. I could see the way they twisted and pulled at the satiny cotton, as if anticipating what I was sure he assumed was coming next—his punishment, my reward.
And in that moment, as the sun peeked through the tall windows of our bedroom, painting the space in soft golden hues of the early morning, I could have given in. I could have taken him right then and there. Part of me wanted to—no, not part of me. All of me did, so goddamn badly.
But that's not how this game between us worked.
So instead, I leaned in, brushing my lips against the smooth line of Nunew's brow before leaving the bed. I could sense the lines of his face falling in confusion as I called over my shoulder for him to shower before joining me for breakfast. I could practically feel the dark shades of his gaze burning into my back as he watched me leave the bedroom, the pout now gone from his lips, replaced with an uncertain expression as he pressed them together.
I was sure he was wondering where my apparent nonchalance over last night had come from, and where my jealous side had gone—the side that I'd all but let take over last night as I'd pinned him to the bed.
Good. I hoped he wondered at the sudden shift in our game, the sudden change in its trajectory. I wanted to let the confusion grow. And it did. That much was clear as we sat at the dining table, both quietly eating the breakfast I'd prepared as we each mulled over the events of last night. Eventually he'd broken his silence as he asked me why I wasn't angry over what he'd done.
"I deserved it, didn't I?" I'd responded, a hidden smirk curling the line of my lips.
"You did," Nunew agreed. A stubborn tone still lingered within his words, though, the sting had all but left it now. "But it's not like you to let something like this go without some kind of...consequence."
The insinuation that hung within that last word made the air feel tight as I took a shallow breath.
"Is that what you want?" I asked, my voice low. "A consequence?"
Dark eyes flashed up to meet mine, that same tempting flush still staining the delicate contours of his cheeks. "What would happen if I said yes?"
I couldn't help it as my jaw clenched, intrigued by his question. What would happen? I could think of a few things, most of which included my favorite tie and a crimson handprint on his ass.
