Little Romantic *Second Book*

Chapter 8: Her Awareness

I looked up from the sink into the dirty mirror of the station bathroom. I had to get back to work, no matter if I didn't want to be anywhere near the man out there. If I had known that Jihwan would send him to watch over me while I was at work and he would have been this annoying, I wouldn't have agreed to this.

It had been a week and a half that he's been by my side while I was at work and I wanted to punch him in the throat. The first half hour he was here was fine, but then everything went to hell.

"Come on, Anastasia. He's just one man. He's not that bad," I muttered to myself. "You can get back at Jihwan later."

There was a knock on the bathroom door and I looked over my shoulder to the locked door.

"Ana?" his voice called through the door. "Are you shitting? You've been in there a while."

I wanted to smack my head against the mirror at his question. He has no shame.

"I'm fine. Just need to get away from the monitor for a moment. I'll be right out," I called out.

"Okay, then. Just making sure you're not dead," he said.

I took a deep breath before turning to leaving the only safe haven I could get from him. I walked back to my desk to see him sitting in my chair instead of his that he was given that was next to my desk.

I glared at him. I couldn't believe when I first met him I thought he was handsome and that I would possibly date him. Now I can't stand his childish actions and not-so-funny pranks. He also didn't have a filter on his mouth.

"Good, your back. I looked at your case and I can't help but wonder if this guy actually meant to shoot him or it was an accident," he said and turned to look at the photos on my desk. "I mean, who purposefully shoots someone in the spelean? I don't know anyone who would do that as a kill shot."

I sighed and ran my hands over my face. There was something else I hated about him. He tried helping, but it wasn't really help at all.

"T, just because you're an assassin, doesn't mean I need your input on my cases," I said as sternly as possible. "You're just here because NJ is making you be here."

"Not true, I volunteered. I also don't have as many duties as the others. So I was the obvious choice for this job," T said.

"Get out of my chair," I snapped. He got up, rushing to plop himself in his chair.

"Why can't I have a nice chair like yours?" T asked when I sat down. "This chair is doing things to my back that I don't appreciate."

"Maybe you were sent here because they are tired of you at the office," I muttered underneath my breath.

"What?"

"I'll see what I can do," I said.

Then he started talking again. He talks about the most annoying, unnecessary things. And I can't ignore him because the tone of his voice is at that level that you have to listen. It's so low and seductive that you just have to listen. It doesn't matter if you wanted to listen or not.

To be honest, everything about him was seductive. His curly black hair that fell over his forehead. Those blue eyes that sparkled even in dark places. The way he walked with confidence. Even the way he dressed in expensive brands that hung over his slim form. If only his personality matched that seductive appearance because in reality, he was a total goofball.

"-if I were to shoot someone, there's no place better to shoot than the back. That way, even if they do survive, they wouldn't have seen you and there would be a lot of damage done," T rambled on.