All My Indecent Urges

JOSIE

The rest of our dinner passed in awkward silence, with me playing the awkward part and Killian being unbearably silent. I tried to focus on my ravioli, ignoring Killian's heated stare. I gave up on eating halfway and decided to drink instead. Was this his new form of torture? If it was, he deserved to be applauded for his unique cunningness.

We exchanged a few, rather meaningless, words on the way back to the penthouse, but just like in the restaurant, the words were not important; it was everything else around us that mattered.

I could hardly breathe as we entered the elevator car and headed to the top floor. Killian's eyes kept tracing my face, my clothes, my silhouette... Heart pounded in my chest, and my hands began to sweat. I tried to think about anything other than him standing so close to me. I refused to acknowledge how perfectly his suit embraced his broad shoulders or how the fabric of his shirt clung to his well-formed pectoral muscles. I forced myself to ignore his