Not My Kind Of Man

I look at Connor in disbelief, “Connor, somebody better be dead or fucking dying.”

“Sorry, Xavien, but the meeting was about to start.”

Only then do I realize that my hands are very firmly still knotted in Mekayla’s hair and my lips only but inches away from hers.

So with utter frustration, I turn to her, I was so damn close, and now I am the one that is going to do the running. “Mekayla,” I watch as she raises that eyebrow but just the slightest of hint. “Mekayla, I am afraid that I need to go. Are you coming see me after the meeting?”

“Well, that is just something you have to wait and see. Now go do whatever it is that Xavien Caruso does.”

“Mekayla,” and as she cocks that little head, I can only but smile, but god, the inner chuckle is what scares the shit out of me the most.

With a brief kiss on her soft cheek that sends more tingles down my spine than anywhere else that it should, I make my leave from the table.

Not even be