"Hi," I said nervously as I stood up. He was glaring at me. I felt it in my bones. His eyes held so much anger that it shook my heart violently. I looked like a clown with panties and thongs strapped around me following the hours of being with them during the journey, but he didn't crack.

"How did you get past my men?" His voice was deadly. He is standing shirtless. Hands by his sides hanging loosely. He had a shirt hanging on his shoulder. A black jogger covered the lower parts of his body but I could clearly see the outline of his groin and also some hair trailing beautifully from his navel down... My body heats up as I imagined kissing my way into his pants, following the trail of the hair. I swallowed hard. I met his gaze. They were still deadly.

"They're incompetent. I didn't even try." I didn't believe those words came out of my mouth. Yet I shrugged. The men behind him shuddered and looked terrified. Did I say something wrong? His eyes darken, a small frown appeared on his forehead.  I got to him. His face relaxed again but his eyes, the same.

"What part of staying away, don't you understand?" He asked me to change the topic. My eyes strayed to his pants but I looked up at him again. He noticed. He narrowed his eyes.