22. Naomi

" Let's talk then."

Against my will, my eyes rake down this man in front of me in his Friday ware. He's dressed in a black dress shirt with the two top buttons left unattended. His suit jacket is draped around his leather swivel chair he's currently sitting on, and his hair is well gelled.

He's attractive, even for a Friday morning. His eyes are a sharp gray and it studies me carefully, taking his time to analyze me like it's the first time we're meeting. Hell, he can do a lot of things to me without knowing it when he looks at me like that. And that kiss, whatever it meant, can't happen again.

I officially work for this man now. In his company, and I'm part of his marketing team, working for his floor, which means he's directly my boss. He's now my boss. Whatever thing I want him to do to me can't happen. I shouldn't even consider it even if he's willing to bend the rules for our favor.

" Done?" Killian speaks up, smirking slyly as he stares at me.

" Done with what?"

" Contempla