FOURTEEN: HIS SCORCHING TOUCH

Clutching the T-shirt tight against my chest, I whirled around. My breath caught in my throat. There, he stood rigid beside the door, hand clenched around the knob as his darker than ever stormy gray gaze preyed on my almost half naked body. Even with the T-shirt before my chest, I felt naked under his scorching stare.

Curse the moment I decided to go braless due to the thick cotton blouse!

“What are you doing here? Get out!” I screeched as he stood there immobile, staring at me shamelessly.

My outburst seemed to pull him out of his trance. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath. Once those gray pools opened again, instead of leaving, he closed the door behind him and stalked towards me.

Eyes like saucers, I stepped back. “W-what are you doing? Get out of the room! Right now!”

Only when he was inches away from me, then did he stop. With his jaw clenched, his gaze went back to roam my bare shoulders to my bare waist, leaving a tingling sensation behind in their wake.

I was frozen in my place, my head screamed to run to the washroom, but my legs weren’t moving. I didn’t flinch when he raised his hand and tucked a strand behind my ear. Even though I was alone with him in this whole penthouse, there wasn’t any fear in me.

“You’re telling me to get out of my own room, Rosebud?” he rasped in his deep Greek accent. Flaming stare set onto my parted lips. Only then I noticed how his shirt was half done, displaying the fine ripped muscles of his chest.

I bit my lip.

“Don’t do that if you want my hands to stay away from you.” A groan reverberated through his chest as he pulled my lower lip out with his thumb, giving it a slow and feathery brush. A jolt shot through me, making me stumble away.

With my heart in my throat, I managed to say, “D-do not touch me. Get out or else...”

He stepped closer. “Or else?”

My eyes flickered around as I kept backing away. “I-I will…”

What could I do?

Moving away from him, I ran for the washroom and closed the door behind me. A booming laughter followed behind.

I cursed under my breath. In the mirror, I found myself all hot and crimson, out of anger, embarrassment and… something else. Something I felt when he watched me with those eyes and touched my lip. Something I didn’t want to address.

What was he doing here, anyway?

He said it was his room. That meant this was his penthouse, and not Caleb’s? But then why did Liza say it was Caleb’s—oh! So ‘the boss’ meant Ace? I thought she was Caleb’s assistant, so she might refer to him as the boss.

God, I’m such an idiot!