Page 18 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
“You don’t know what I want, Emir.”
“Yes the fuck I do,” he said smoothly moving closer.
“Emir—” I warned with not a damn bit of confidence because I liked having him close.
“We’re going to get to know each other, Baylyn.”
His tone left no room for argument.
I frowned, folding my arms and he was so close they brushed his chest. “You stalk everyone who witnesses the things you do or am I special?”
“Very special.”
I rolled my eyes, fighting hard not to smile. “Well, hate to disappoint, but I’m not getting flowers for myself. I’m looking at options for a client, which means I actually have work to do and you’re in my way.”
“Yeah I know, you already got a personal delivery today.”
From you…
“I have to go, Emir. I’m busy.”
“You not gonna say thank you?”
He stepped closer and fuck, I liked having him close… but this was insane, right? Being attracted to this man who I knew was…
“Thank you,” I said quickly, then tried to move around him.
He took me in introspectively. “You really have work to do or just trying to ignore me?”
“I’m working and you’re being a distraction,” I mumbled.
“Just returning the favor?” He winked
I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut, glaring. He was annoyingly accurate, and cocky.
The energy between us shifted. I should end this conversation before it turned into something I couldn’t control like me naked in this man’s bed and my pussy singing his praises.
But I didn’t move.
And neither did he.
“Unless you’re buying more flowers for the other women you’re stalking, you should go,” I muttered, more for myself than for him.
He took a step forward, just enough that I could feel him there without him actually touching me.
“There are no other women, Baylyn. You have my complete and undivided attention.” His voice was dark and definite.
“You might wan’t to rethink that plan. I’m not going to let you insert yourself into my life.”
Emir grinned. “You already are.”
I ignored the way he was completely composed while I was trying not to climb him and sit on his face but before I could respond, his phone rang.
His jaw tensed, but he didn’t look away from me. He pulled the device from his pocket and answered, “Yeah.”
I crossed my arms, pretending I wasn’t completely affected by the fact that he was still watching me, his full attention locked onto mine even as he listened to whoever was on the other end.
Was it a woman?
