I give myself a mental slap to push away the voices trying to break through my thoughts as I walk in and see Lev sitting in his huge brown leather chair. He looks so dangerous, living up to his reputation. I take in his short black hair that's sharply cut at the edges. He’s dressed head to toe in black, the tattoos on his neck looking sharper than I have ever seen them on his tanned skin. I almost come to a stop when his gaze lands on me.
He’s like a damn lion who’s about to kill its prey. He slowly inhales the large cigar that’s currently between those sexy-ass lips. It’s such a sultry look, I almost drool, watching those large manly hands remove it from his mouth. Those green eyes of his, vibrant and zoned in on me like the hawk he is. I have an overwhelming need to go over to him and straddle his thighs, to feel those huge arms around my body, cocooning me in a bubble of safety that I crave from him even though I hardly know him. That would then be followed by a hard fucking.
“You just gonna just stand there? Sit down.”
My balls tingle at his command as I take a seat. It’s gonna take a miracle not to get a boner right now.
He frowns at me and stubs out his cigar in the ashtray that's sitting on his large mahogany desk as he continues to study me.
“Do you know what a creepy fuck you are? You are smiling again,” he says.
I quickly put my hands to my mouth. Great. I have been told most of my life that I smile at the wrong things. It's a reflex reaction to a feeling, and normally I don't know what that feeling is that makes it happen. But recently, I know it's because of him. Being around him I’m like an eager puppy intent on pleasing its owner.
I try to relax my face. “Sorry, it just happens,” I say followed by a shrug. I can't explain it any better.
“Uh huh. As fascinating as this is, what you got?” He leans back into his chair and links his hands together behind his head.
What I would give to rub my hands over his short hair and over that dusting of beard-stubble on his face. He is so fucking hot. The material of his shirt stretches over his chest and biceps, and he’s like a king in his lair, relaxed, in control, deadly as sin. Screw that, he is a demon king.
“Earth to fucking Aaron!” he shouts, which wakes me from my lustful thoughts.
“You are grating on my fucking nerves, you know that? Now unless you want me to bleed the answer out of you, you wanna tell me what you have on your shithead stepbrother?” He quirks his brow, which is more threatening than it should be.
“Err yeah, sorry. Jake is planning something.” My brain is short circuiting and unsure of what to focus on, so I sound like an idiot.
I think if Lev wanted to kill me, this would be the moment. The look of death and impatience on his face makes the room feel colder than the sub zero temperatures outside. I should be scared, and I am, sort of, but my brain computes it differently. I just don't care how his attention is on me as long as it is.
“No shit. Now, you have thirty seconds to give me a proper fucking answer before I get Jules here to pin you down, and I’ll get to work forcing you to talk,” he threatens and a hint of excitement takes over his eyes.
I don't mean to do it, but the groan is out of my mouth before I can stop it and heat creeps over my face. I never blush. I glance at Lev and a look of shock crosses his face before he puts his pissed-off mask back in place.
“Did you just fucking groan?” he asks as I force myself to remain quiet and fidget with my hands on my lap.
“My god, you are bat shit crazy, aren't you, doe?” It's a rhetorical question but I don't miss that term “doe” again.
“Jules, leave us.”
I don't look at Jules, but I hear him leave by the opening and soft closing of the door. As soon as it clicks shut, the walls close in. Lev’s presence dominates the room. He’s still staring at me and my breath hitches. The attention is thrilling but also unbearable. My skin itches all over so badly, I want to remove my clothes. My reaction to this man is not like anything I’ve ever experienced. I really do think I’d let him do anything to me, and I would do anything for him to keep his eyes on me. I never knew what an attention whore I was.
“Now, why don't we start again. Tell me what Jake is planning.” I don't miss how the tone of his voice has altered. It's huskier, affected by the cigar with the deep growl that carries it. It’s like a beacon of light has shone on me, and I want to follow it.
“Jake had sent Shay on his own. I was never supposed to be there, but Shay has told me to leave the crew and not get involved. Jake’s more anxious than usual, not letting me work. I think he intended to do what he did, but I think he’s working with someone else. I just know it.”
“Is Shay home now?”
“Yes, why?” My voice shakes. I don't want Shay hurt any more than he already is.
“Worried for him?” He smirks at me, toying with me.
“Please don't hurt him,” I say.
He slams his fist on the desk, making me flinch, and my eyes widen at the pure rage on his face. This is the true Lev in all his glory and what a sight it is.
“And why the fuck not? I should take your entire crew out for what they are doing, so don't think you get to give me orders. I make the rules, you follow them, understand?” he roars.
I nod. I can't force any words out of my mouth. Holy shit. He’s stunning. Once again I’ve completely forgotten the trail of this conversation. His mere presence beguiles me.
He snorts and shakes his head at me with a slight hint of a smile.
