“You can leave if you want,” Killian drawled and sat down. He slowly unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. His arm was placed along the couched back and his legs crossed.
My eyes raked over his exposed throat and arms before looking away. “I have questions, Killian.”
He nodded while rubbing his neck. I was distracted by his hand as I stood there like a puppet, being seduced as he drew me in with his movements and hazy eyes.
“Y-You know who sent them right?” I stuttered.
He opened another button, and his abs were now visible. He leaned his head sideways and his eyes raked over my body. “Yes.”
I looked away as I tried to compose my weak and shameful body. “Is this your home?”
“Come here,” he commanded softly.
“No,” I responded vehemently.
“F*cking come here before I stand up and get you,” he demanded.