Ambivalent Moments

"Fine. You want to play a game? Let's play, but mark my words, I have never been one to loose, and I refuse to start now."

He looked into her stormy eyes and promising smirk.

"I would expect no less from you, love," his intense grey eyes clashed with mine, while he firmly pinned me against the hard book shelf and his chest, "But I myself have no intention of loosing this game of ours," he whispered trying to sound husky. After all, it's hard to be swooned when only pompous asshole comes through.

I craned my neck to stare straight into his menacing orbs, silently challenging him. "We'll just have to see. Won't we? And stop manhandling me, you brute. Also consider a mint." I pushed against his chest to no avail. Really this guy must have nothing better to do than sit around a gym all day. Not that I felt anything of course...

He chuckled, "Indeed we will, and I quite like the feel of you pressed up against me. A preview for later, and I'll gladly take one...if you give it to me with your mouth." He winked at her. "Now shall we sign the contract?"

I didn't hesitate once to take the contract from his extended hands and carefully looked over every detail. After which, I promptly signed my name on the dotted line, never letting my eyes leave him. This was war. There is no margin for error. Every move we make from here on out must be methodical and strategically planned. Ugh what a pain in the ass.

"Like I would ever be interested in you."

He bent even closer to me. Okay, I kind of lied about the mint thing. Every aspect about his appearance was meticulous and clean. Too bad smarmy bastard overruled it. "Remember our deal, love. You just signed your fate to me," he whispered.

Not one to back from a challenge, I returned the favor grazing my lips ever so slightly against his cheek, "Your arrogance will be your downfall, Ashton."

"Then I'll gladly fall with you, princess."