"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Hayashi's previously crossed legs spread open lazily, giving me a great view of his thighs. A teasing smirk danced on his lips, "You heard me."
God, this guy really is a sadist. Why couldn't someone normal buy me?
His eyes drilled into mine intensely, challenging me. The intimidating look he gave nearly made me do what he said. Keyword, nearly.
"No."
"No?" His eyebrow moved up as if surprised I didn't shoot at the chance immediately.
If this guy thinks I'm that easy to get down on my knees, he really had another thing coming. One of my previous owners who tried to get more handy than others did got stabbed by me. It was self-defence! I grabbed the small pocketknife that was on his desk. He would have raped me, I am definitely not about to easily let that happen.
"No," I returned a harsh look, standing my ground, "Sir," I added. His face morphed in annoyance at my tone of voice, which I knew I shouldn't be using to my boss but at this moment, I could hardly care. If he dislikes me, he'll bring me back.
A teasing glint appeared intertwined with his grey orbs as Hayashi chuckled lowly. He was shaking his head and his shoulders moved up and down. I frowned. Is he laughing at me?
Hayashi stood up, suddenly taking his jacket off and hanging it on one hand. He smoothened the top of his gelled hair and briskly walked over to me. I felt my breath hitch as the distance grew shorter with his eyes staring into mine with a burning passion. My eyes dart to the small earring on his ear making me internally yell at myself. Stop being so attracted to a goddamn earring! What on earth is wrong with you?!
He leaned down so that his lips were beside my ear. Normally, I would've shoved the guy and ran, but right now, my feet were nailed to the ground. I couldn't move.
"As much as I appreciate the view," he muttered, eyes flicking to my chest, "I have another dress prepared in your room. Kiki will show it to you."
Kiki? Who?
"The woman from downstairs." he clarified. I nodded curtly after putting my arms up to cover my bare skin. He turned his head to face me and leaned closer, "I was kidding, by the way." He leaned back, eyes moving up and down your body yet again, "I've seen better."
At his rude remark, I snapped out of his spell and my eyebrows knitted in annoyance. I turned my head away and took a step back. A sound comes out of his throat and he said nothing more as he opened the door. "Kiki will come to get you."
I didn't reply, not that he bothered to wait for it anyways as to the door quickly shut. Stupid rich boy.
Stupid hot rich boy.
Shut the fuck up, brain.
Stupid, hot, sexy rich boy.
STOP!
I took the chance to really look at Kambe's office. It seemed normal, nothing that looked illegal or suspicious, then again he wouldn't let me in here if it was. I walked to the array of prizes that decorated his glass cupboard.
On one of them, it read, Daisuke Hayashi. Daisuke, huh? Ugh, why did he have to have such a hot name too? Ugh.
His name does sound slightly familiar, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Maybe he's famous and I've seen him in a magazine? Maybe on TV?
Maybe Japan's wanted criminals list.