Page 5 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

A smile comes into his eyes. It’s like he knows I’m nervous and finds some humor in it.

“Hello,” he briefly answers.

I think of what his name is and remember I didn’t ask. Great.

I didn’t ask for his name and now I don’t know what to call him other than ‘The boss’.

I step forward, walking into the office and the door swings back closed with a click.

“I’m Mia Chase. Thank you so much for making the time to see me. I’d love to find out more about the waitressing job here at The Dark Odyssey.” Good, I found my voice. Although I’m starting to babble.

The beginning of a smile tips the corners of his full sensual lips.

Full sensual lips that look like they were made for kissing. Like serious kissing. The kind that curls your toes and weakens you, the kind that’s so effective it speaks to the soul.

I’m crazy. I’m totally crazy. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t be thinking about his lips now, or stupid things like kisses. I can’t even figure out if his lips look more delicious as a full smile inches across his mouth and dances in the alluring vision of him.

Why is he smiling like that?

God, I hope I don’t have something on my face or in my teeth.

“Would you?” he asks, like a challenge.

I don’t know what he means because I’ve been too busy thinking and checking him out.

“Would I…what?” I stutter.

“You’d love to find out more about the waitressing job,” he clarifies. All this time his eyes don’t leave mine.

Those eyes hold me in place, exuding power, confidence and strength.

I like it, even though I shouldn’t. It’s just attractive.

“Yes, I used to waitress at... um… Red Lobster.” Lord, it sounds so amateur in comparison to what this place must be, but since it’s the bulk of my experience I have to talk it up. I was there for three and a half years and only worked at the student union restaurant at Harvard for eighteen months because dad wanted me to focus on my studies in my final year. “I have five years’ experience and I loved it. I’m a real people person.”

I sound stupid. That’s what. I actually sound like a babbling buffoon and it’s all much to his amusement.

I need to calm down. Calm the fuck down and focus.

He moves away from the wall and takes a few strides toward me, stopping in front of the large mahogany desk that’s a few paces away.

He continues to stare, now assessing me.

I’m not sure how to react when his gaze drops from my eyes and lands right on my breasts.

I’m used to that.

It wouldn’t be normal for me to talk to a guy and that doesn’t happen. They all look at my breasts and undress me with their eyes.

This guy is no different.

But… if feels different coming from him. I actually feel desire pull at the insides of my core and it nearly weakens me the longer he stares.

Does he actually know he’s overtly staring at my breasts?

I have the urge to cover myself or clear my throat. Something to snap his gaze back up to meet mine.

After what seems like a forever of tension, his eyes climb back up my neck like he’s studying me then meet my eyes. What I see is pure desire that darkens the ice blue hue.

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