His eyes held a glow of his yearning like he wanted her to deny it. Why the hell he won't run away from me? Why does he want to see something good in bad?

"As much as I want to argue over your beliefs, I will pass. I have shit to take care of than have this conversation with you," she said, looking at the raven liquid that was glorifying her office. She turned her back and again stared at the black canvas, heaving a soul-wrenching sigh.

"You have a month before we officially make the announcement of you working with us and two months before we put your non-existent painting in New york's art festival test round."

"Thanks for gracing my office with your presence and rubbing the depression on my face." 

"Can't paint?" he asked her, shuffling closer, allowing his woodsy and petrichor scent to fondle her sane mind.

Sorry to break it to you, but you don't have a sane mind.

Leona rolled her eyes at her annoying subconscious mind and shook her head in response to his question.

Jimin hummed deeply, silk voice resonating in her office, crumbling Leona's icy facade. "What were you thinking last night before you sleep?"

"None of your b-"

She turned her head, looked at him over her shoulder, and gasp when she realized how close his face was. Dangerously close. She could stare at his bronze skin, chiseled jaw, and aristocrat cheekbones. That sexy bastard darted his tongue out, running it over his lower lip. Her eyes racked down from his enticing neck to the sharp collarbone and down to skin peeking at her of his muscled chest. Though he took up all her attention, his attention was on the blank canvas.

Why so sexy?

He looked at her and she could swear her heart almost died. Jimin arched his brows, speaking, "I am asking you that because before we sleep, we usually fantasize about things that tranquil our minds. To paint it's necessary to be in the serene sea despite the painting style. Think what calms you down, pounds your heart, and makes you want to shatter those invisible walls. So, what were you thinking before you sleep?"

I just chuck down the sleeping pills and slept like the dead, thinking about how I could leave the country. She certainly couldn't say that aloud.

"I was thinking about the starless sky," she murmured, looking at the clouds of grey smoke spiraling around.

But her mind occupied the lavenders the paradisical view. Purple. For the first time, she wanted to paint something beautiful and not scary and creepy. Her hands itched to dip her fingers in the purple paint and engrave the lilac valley on the canvas.

"I was thinking about the black, jet, raven. Something dark and deadly," she lied, shrugging.

Her soul was sailing on the ocean of violets and the sudden wave of aphrodisia play footsie with the darkness in her mind, witching her to scrap the void.

"Let me guess." A playful smile twitched his lips. His long finger gently caressed her eyebrow and her heart liquified. No one has ever touched her so gently, so carefully. "You were thinking about the lilac valley, chica."

"No way!"

"Yes, way!"

"I said n-"

"This is just the start. I told you that I will slowly make you fall in love with colors, didn't I? We are moving on there," there was a sense of achievement in his tone like a kid just succeeded in making a paper boat after watching the tutorial just once.

I need to put an end to this.

"I told yaa that's not gonna happen, didn't I?" She countered back, crushing the cigarette in the tray and pushing him away from her. "Jimin, you need to stop this."

"What?" He deadpanned.

"This, whatever you are doing. I want you away from me," she said, trying her best not to push him out of her office and slam the door right in his face. "Ronald had me stuck within this shit or I would have never considered being here. You had me trapped with that contract, and somehow we are professionally acquainted with each other, but you are blurring the lines. Taking me out, talking about life, trying to figure me out, making me do things I don't want to, touching me whenever you please, these weren't the part of the freaking contract."

Jimin rolled his tongue in his cheek, gaping at her blankly. "Then please do state where do my lines lie, so I won't cross them again Miss. Kwon."

"As an employer, you should aware of how to treat the employees. I might be an exception cause of who I am, but don't touch me, don't text me, don't call me, don't drop by my office, and certainly don't use those sweetening fake words. Keep it simple and we are good."

"You want it simple?"

"Yes."

Jimin stared at her for a long time, and Leona fell out of breath by his fogging gaze. Clearing her throat, she tried to strut away from him but he caught her by her sweatshirt, pulling her down on the floor. With a yelp she was on her butt, having Jimin hovering over her. 

The hazes of desire drizzled around them. All the antarctic glacier walls she had around her melted away under his simmering gaze, obscuring her with want.

His bulky hands were on either side of her body, her sweaty palms were firmly planted on the silver sheet behind her. Her thighs voluntarily clench at the whiff of his manly scent and magnetic warmth. 

"You say you hate my touch, but look in this damn eyes, they are begging for it," he whispered against her cheek, teasing and stroking his velvety lips on the shell of her ear to down at her pounding pulse. He planted a soft kiss, making her hiss in pleasure.

"See?" he rasped, sensuously running his tongue near her tat and kissing the delicate flesh again.

She couldn't respond, she couldn't fight the need, the overwhelming desire sprinkling in her blood like vintage wine. God, it felt good. Good that he thought she was worth his touch.

"Jimin...the contract," she stammered, breathing heavily as he distracted her and he nuzzled his nose in her neck, his golden silk hair flirting with her jaw, and her fingers itched to feel them. 

"I was here to talk about it," he husked, caressing his lips on her jaw, making her screw her eyes close at the flaring sparks in her stomach. "After our conversation three days ago, I was determined to let you leave and part our ways. Undoubtedly, you are a hazard to me and my reputation."

Leona's throat worked to swallow and Tayson kissed the right beneath her jaw. She clasped her hand on his arms, wanting to push him away like she always does but her body was bewitched by him. Completely out of her control.

Jimin bent over her, making her lay flat on the floor and she compiled earning a smile from him. "But when I just walked in and saw you with paint and that cigarette, I changed my mind."

This wasn't fair. He couldn't have this conversation with her when she was lost in him. He knew his power and he was using it to his advantage.

"You are an artist. My, covet artist. You are stuck with me, like it or not. The fact that I can't figure you out and it irritates me so fucking much. But I will. I sure will." His warm tongue swirled on the side of her neck before he sucked on her skin softly.

"You can't," she challenged him. 

Her fingers found their way in at a rhythmic pace, dancing from the muscles flexing under his shirt to around his neck as he braced himself over his elbows, still planting torturous kisses on her neck. He stiffened when she responded to his touch when she accepted his touch.

 He heaved his head, their eyes colliding and she knew this was bound to happen no matter how much she resist. A little smile tiptoed his lips. "I can. Just wait and watch me unravel you. I will unfold these tattoos." His index finger traced the ink engraved in the arrow on her beautiful bone. "I will unfold the secrets of your eyes."

If you did, you will throw me away as everyone did, she silently retorted to his questioning gaze. His eyes were so beautiful and she always felt breathless. They were extraordinary and she wondered how many hearts that gaze had broken. 

"Did I ever tell you that you possess the most beautiful eyes I have ever looked into? They are," Jimin gruffly spoke and swallowed as if looking for the right word, "something I don't want to look away from."

She tried. She tried hard not to smile, though her lips curved and deep dimples poked in her cheek. Jimin eas rigidified as he watched her, and he murmured, "Damn, fuck me."

Her turquoise eyes decked on his wet lips, and every nerve in her body was begging for him to kiss her. His's chest rose and fell, his crazily fascinating eyes locked on her lips, and he slowly leaned.

"Push me away. Because may the hell freeze over, but I won't retreat," he whispered over her lips, making her squirm and eager to smash their lips. His hot breaths blazed her skin but he didn't make a move to kiss her. She opened her eyes to realize he was waiting for her response. Not wanting to speak, Leona slipped her dexterous fingers in his hair, and brush their lips like the rebellious waves meeting the dominating shore.

Jimin's chest vibrated with a growl and he slammed his lips on her like she was his next breath, the next syllable of the tune he was playing, as if she was his next heartbeat. 

Their bodies froze, and none of them dare to even breathe for the first five seconds until he pull back and shower tiny kisses on her lips again and again. His tongue teasingly trace the line between her lower and upper lips and she moaned, tightening her fingers in his hair. The cold floor didn't seem cold anymore.

Her mind was deep beneath the seven seas of his touch, she felt each bone cracking under the satiny soft kisses of his lips until he roughly crashed onto her, finally losing his control with a low groan ripping from the base of his throat. She drank his sexy noise and let out a moan as his soft lips moved against her.

It was wet, slippery, rough...dirty, and intoxicating. She could sense the desperation in his mouth. There was not an ounce of hesitance in his fluid moves as he caught her lower lip, sucking on it hungrily.

"I am losing control, shit. Tame me, or stop me, Leona," he husked between kisses, nibbling on her lower lip. 

The little firecrackers burst into every inch of her body as Leona fought to keep up with him, but when she couldn't, she cupped his jaw with one shaking hand, while the other held onto the nape of his neck. She kissed him back softly to slow him down. He stopped, then sighed in her mouth, slowly tilting his head and holding on to her waist tightly. Their mouths danced gently, savoring the taste of each other, stroking and teasing, losing and finding. His mouth was searching for something, some answers in her as he moved his tongue in need.

Leona was surprised that he didn't scare her. She was high. High on the feeling that shook her to the point where she completely disregarded her stay-away-from-me-or-I-will-kill-you-speech."

Jimin pulled away, breathlessly lingering over her mouth. His eyes found her swooning gaze. He tugged a wavy strand behind her ear, planted a soft peck on her lips, and abruptly backed down.

There was a piece of strange music in his heart whenever she was close, a strange itch in his bones to have her beside him, and if that didn't scar him, what should.

They gasped hard for air, filling their lungs with the natural drug. He collapsed on the floor, flat on his back. Leona's ears were filled with symphonic ragged breaths as they both endeavored to cool down.

"You wanted it simple?" he let out a humorless chuckle. "Now, it's complicated."