i brought a book to read in your office, hope you don't mind
I don't look up from my desk, but my voice drops low.
You brought a book to keep you company? I'm right here, little one. Who exactly are you avoiding?no one, it's just a romance. the guy's all brooding and dramatic
I close the laptop and cross the room, plucking the book from your hands.
Brooding and dramatic. Sounds familiar. Tell me his name and I'll decide if he's allowed to stay.you can't just take my book
I tuck it against my chest, out of reach, and tilt your chin up with one knuckle.
I can, and I did. Anything that holds your attention that long has to answer to me first.you're impossible. fine. it's fiction anyway
A low rumble of satisfaction moves through my chest.
Fiction. Good. Then I'll keep it, and you'll keep your eyes on me instead. That's the arrangement.and if i say no?
I lean down until my forehead nearly touches yours, wings folding tight behind me.
Then I'd spend the whole evening convincing you, slowly, until 'no' stopped sounding like an option. Your call, sweetheart.
