Hate You Not

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MALVINA:

The door behind me shuts with a click.

Click. Gripping hands, hot breaths , warm touch.

A shiver spreads through my body when I sense him behind me. I gather the courage and turn around.

Wrong move.
He stands there, leaning against the hardwood door- the only way out of this room.

“Did you enjoy the breakfast?” He asks casually while undoing his watch. A Rolex.

He takes a step forward but I stand rooted to my place. Next thing he does, makes me question my sanity.

He unbuttons his cufflinks and puts them in his pants pocket.

Another step.

He starts rolling up his sleeves and I find it difficult to hold my place.
Another step.

He could be a serial killer, we are in the middle of nowhere. I don’t know a way out of this place. We are alone. This is a perfect murder recipe. Or a perfect se- shut up.

He is here.

Our shoes touched, his warmth engulfing me. That fresh woody smell, invading my olfactory receptors.

With the height difference we have, he towers over me. I have to tilt my head back just to look up at him, but I don’t. I stand there, my eyes on his crisp white shirt. Wait, when did he remove his suit?

“I asked you something. Won’t you answer me, love?” I gasp. He is mocking me or he is just a good seducer.

“It was good. Thank you for breakfast.” Silence.
A nod.
“Did you sleep well last night?” He grips my chin and tilts it back. My eyes meet his.
Desire. “And this time, dont lie to me.”

My breath hitches. Lie? Lie. Yes, I lied.
“I told you, I did. Why would I lie- ah.” He tugs on my hair, tilting my head even more. My chest heaves up and down, while his other hand softly caresses my face.

“Liar.” His fingers tracing my lips. “I told you not to lie to me. Why won’t you be a good girl and admit that you spent the entire night staring at the empty, dark ceiling, while your body craved and withered for me.” He rasps in my ear.

Heat spreads through my body like fire, but a sharp anger ignites as well . “You sound too desperate for someone who just met me a week ago.”

A lazy smirk appears on his lips, the grip on my hair loosens, replaced by soft caresses, like what I said did the opposite of making him mad.

The next moment he connects his forehead with mind,and backs me up till the back of my thighs hit against his desk.

Both of our breaths mix together. His body, closer than ever. His lips hover over mine and I fight every cell in my body not to kiss him. “Are you mad that I left last night?” Was I? Yes.

“No.” I breathe. “Besides I don't remember what you are talking about.”

“Liar.” He lifts me up by gripping my thighs.

I gasp loudly. “What-”

“Should I make you remember?” He whispers in my ear. The soft sound is absolute torture.
“ Should I make it up to you? Should I devour these lips of yours and make you remember each and every word that mouth of yours said to me?” He places the faintest kiss on the shell of my ear.

“Mr. Re-” Gasp.
“I told you to not call me that.” He pulls on my hair, “ What did I tell you?” Tug.
“ Tell me. Now.”

“Adrian.” I breathe.