He was at loss for words. To think that there would come a time when a woman would sit idly in HIS office, wasting HIS cigar, and waiting for HIM to propose an offer to keep her mouth shut. It enraged him to his very core, almost tasting blood from the tension that came from his clenched teeth.
She had tested his patience. No one should ever have such control over him. Thus, it was no surprise for his vision to turn a deathly black before it cleared to reveal him pointing his pistol at her head. What did catch him off guard, however, was the manner in which she reacted at having a weapon in close proximity to her being.
It was quite unreal. To see her usually dead eyes unleash a soft twinkle as her gaze leeched itself upon what he grasped.
"Does your fortune truly allow you to gain the Colt M1911 before its released date? I heard it's semi-automatic...all I've ever encountered are manual pistols."
Moving closer, she attempted to snag the weapon from his grasp, not even bothering to consider the pistol to be used for its intended purpose. Placing its point on her temple from her close distance, he finally was able to bring her back to the situation at hand, his frame completely swallowing her own through their difference in statures.
"Do you not fear for your life, Lady?"
Digging the tip deeper into her head, he focused solely on the serious shift that overtook them. Pleasure welling up within his being at her final comprehension at his threat.
"You will take the money I give you and resign. Understand?"
Furrowing her brows together, her gaze flickered all over his face, bringing his cigar to be surrounded by her plump lips once more, all the while her gaze never leaving from his own.
"...Fine." Her voice holding a crack that would not leave her from how completely unbelievable he could be. Allowing the roll of her eyes to control her movement in turning, she seated herself back in her chair, hearing the sigh of relief the man produced at her acceptance.
His mistake. As now she felt the need to produce a tease for his laxed composure to tense once more.
Observing his through her lashes, she craved to see his broad shoulders rise in fear. Craved to see his dark eyes appear with their guarded glint as they waited for their doom. Thus, it was of no surprise as he tensed at her smooth voice lisped its way back into his ears.
"What if I said that I do not want your money?" She questioned. Placing the cigar on an ashtray at the corner of his desk, growing tired of its thick fumes that only suffocated her than pleasured.
"...Then a bullet would compliment the lovely hue of brown atop your head."
"Mm, Sexy. No...What I am trying to say is what if you convert the money into an investment in me instead?"
Furrowing a quizzical brow, the man found little amusement to her words of idiocy. Cursing the heavens for a woman witnessing his wrongdoing, as they tended to make a usually smooth transaction into something of foolishness.
Now seated on his desk, he disposed of a pen he had readily brought out to make the situation go away. Instead, clasping his hands together in resignation to hear her silly idea be pitched. As there was no point in arguing.