Scott flinched in surprise at the action. His heart jumped at the action, but the pain that should have come with it didn't arrive. All he felt was Rowan's hot breath and saliva on his fingers. However, the teeth were only digging into the flesh slowly. It was as if Rowan was initiating a game of endurance—as to who could endure the situation longer.
After all, some employees might not even recognize him as Red Riding Hood. However, everyone here knew Scott was the CEO.
"…you can't bite off my fingers that way…" Scott spoke again, not even bothering to pull his fingers out. Rowan's teeth probably wouldn't break the skin, even if he took them back sharply.
"I'm not trying to bite them off." Rowan breathed out his words, the hot air kissing their hands. Even the threat of drool streaking down his lips didn't make him stop.
