Page 11 of My Hunger, Your Soul

Tyler tries to pull his hand away but I hold it firmly, not breaking eye contact with him as I watch his pupils dilate. My eyes glide down to his lips which are plump and pink, he is panting, lips are slightly apart. It could be the cold outside that has done this, but I’ll accept it's me that's affecting him. I scan lower and watch his Adam's apple bob up and down in long hard swallows. I wonder if he’s ever sucked cock before? Can he deepthroat? Would I be able to see the outline of my cock on his throat?

“Ivan. Quit it,” Dima hisses and I chuckle. I don’t remember a time where an adrenaline rush was this much fun.

“Let’s go to the office, Tyler, so we can go over your plans,” Dima says, and I let go of Tyler and follow behind him when he enters the home, strutting behind Dima. I move in closer behind him as Dima opens his office door, which brings Tyler to a halt. I lean into his neck, but without touching, to smell his skin. Delicious. A masculine woodsy scent emanates off him and my dick takes interest. Tyler spins around faster than I expect, almost bringing us nose to nose if he was a couple of inches taller.

“Did you just sniff me?” he asks in horror. I can’t help but laugh at his tone. He has a spirit that I like. A fighter.

“Yes and I wasn’t disappointed.”

“What is wrong with you? What kind of person sniffs another person, especially a stranger?”

“A hot guy who has found his new obsession,” I say in a low voice. A sharp gasp leaves Tyler, and he seriously looks like he is about to scream out for help. Maybe I came on too strong. Nah. He wants me. He just needs to realize it.

“If I’m going to work here, I want you to keep your distance. Don’t touch me, flirt with me, or smell me. Got it?”

I love this feisty side. I’m so horny right now.

“Sorry did you say something?” I say, which earns me a cute growl as he storms into the office. Dima looks like he is about to explode at me, but the grin on my face remains. I couldn’t give a fuck if this pisses people off. My mission is Tyler.

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TYLER

That asshole is certifiably crazy. I can’t believe he sniffed me! I’ve never had that happen before. Ivan’s behavior is worse than I expected it would be and I did not expect it to start as soon as they opened the door. I get the sense he’s been planning this. Is that what this is? A weird joke on the new guy? I’ve never met someone whose outer shell presents itself as a warm and happy person who is actually a fucking demon who wants to make your life hell. All while doing it with a smile. It's a beautiful smile. Ugh. I must admit, I didn’t miss the tingles that fluttered through my body when I felt his breath on my neck. What the hell is going on? Do they pump pheromones into this house or what?

“Tyler?” Dima says and I look up at him from the seat I’ve taken at his desk. Shit.

“Yes?”

“I said, ‘Do you want to get started?’ I only have thirty minutes before I have to leave.”

“Of course. Yes. Sorry. Let me get the plans out.”

I remove my drawings from my case, all the while feeling Ivan watching me from the side. I’m desperate to look, but don’t want to give the prick any satisfaction that he’s getting to me. I lay the plans out on the large desk, and get down to explaining the vision I’ve laid out.

After twenty minutes, Dima agrees to my ideas and is happy to go ahead with the proposed plans, which has me breathing a sigh of relief. My boss was all in my ear this morning about how I needed to get this right, and luckily I’ve hit the nail on the head, giving me one less worry. My biggest concern is actually working with Ivan. He has remained in the same spot since we walked in here and I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t blinked. I don’t know why I’ve captured his attention, but I want to wiggle away from it as he screams danger from every pore. Not that I would be interested if he didn’t. I’m not exactly experienced with guys, but even if I was to entertain being with a man, the last person I would pick is a muscled criminal with a defective personality that has every red flag flashing in front of him. Clearing my drawings away, Dima leaves me in the care of Ivan.

“Thanks for coming out here, Tyler. Your contact is with Ivan now, but you can contact me in emergencies. Ivan will see you out,” Dima says and walks out of the room. A firm dismissal if ever I’d heard one.

My hands tremble as I try to neatly pack away my drawings. I hate people watching me like this and it makes me anxious as hell. After what feels like an eternity of silence as I manage to pack away my things, I turn to see Ivan standing beside the door, assessing me intently. The urge to look down at my clothes—as he now has me paranoid that I have something on me—is overwhelming, but I manage to refrain. He takes two large steps until he stands in front of me, nearly toe to toe. I feel nauseous.

“Would you like me to carry your things to your car?”

I frown at the bizarre question. Is he trying to insinuate I’m a weakling? The dreamy smile you read about in romance novels is in full effect on his annoyingly handsome fucking face. I want to punch him.

“Why would I need you to carry my stuff? Do I not look capable?”

“Your hands are shaking. I don’t want your nerves to make you clumsy.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“I’m just being a gentleman.”

“No you’re not. You’re patronizing me and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop. We have to work together and I can’t deal with this…this asshole attitude,” I say and immediately regret my words as the smile on Ivan’s face has fallen. If I didn’t already know he was human, I would think someone had reset a robot to factory settings.

Ivan reaches his hand out and rubs his thumb over my mouth and he isn’t gentle. I’m frozen.

“You have quite the bitchy little mouth, Ty.”

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