Unleashed

Chapter Five: Business and Pleasure

Emma Riley

Ryker Fox's Balcony

'What do you say we get to know each other better?' The statement can be both innocent, and not-so-innocent.

Granted, I was unclear which was Ryker Fox's intention, but there was something about him. Something about him that made everything feel dirty.

He was being perfectly pleasant. Maybe part of me is just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe..another part of me is just really turned on by him.

I gulped, realizing in this moment I was the one not being professional. He smiled at me sweetly, waiting for me to say something.

"Alright. Well, what would you like to know?" I smiled back, trying my very best to be equally pleasant.

He pressed his lips and narrowed his eyes at me as if thinking it over, and then took one long sip of his coffee before speaking. His eyes not leaving me the entire time.

I tried to hide my nerves, but I had absolutely no idea what he was going to say next. The man has thus far proven to be quite outspoken.

I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he said something like "So Emma..would you be a doll and suck my ballsack for me?" My face flushed and I couldn't help but cringe at the fact that I had just made myself  blush.

Just as I thought I'd drive myself crazy with the waiting for him to speak, he finally stopped studying me and said something.

"First question." He started, sitting up in his chair and leaning forward towards me. I tried to escape his intense stare by picking up the creamer on the table and pouring it into my coffee.

"Do you wear contacts?" He seemed genuinely curious as he studied my face closely. I looked up at him and blinked, startled by the random question.

"W-why do you need to know that?" I asked, thrown for a loop as I set the creamer back down on the table.

"Well, I don't need to know." He admitted, sounding slightly defensive. "It's just something I've been curious about all morning." He looked down at his coffee, as it was his turn to blush now.

"I..I mean..no. I, I don't wear contacts." I awkwardly rubbed my neck, feeling shy.

He did a double take at me and grinned as he set his coffee down on the table. "Bullshit." He acted as though he honestly didn't believe me.

I was very confused not only why it mattered, but why he was asking in the first place. I cleared my throat and did my best to maintain face.

"I got my eyes from my mother." I stated plainly. I grabbed my purse and dug through it until I found my cell phone, opening it up and handing it to him. He looked confused, but took it anyway.

"See the wallpaper? That's me and my mother from a few years ago. Same eye color." I smiled as he accepted the proof and handed my phone back to me, still studying my face. I shoved it back in my purse before returning his gaze.

"My turn." I pointed out. He raised one eyebrow and grinned.

"Who said we were taking turns?" He teased. My eyes narrowed.