8. C.E.O's favorite

"Me." He replies unblinking.

I don't know what to say. I look at him from head to toe. He's dressed in a three-piece suit and his tie is in place, unlike the last time I saw him. His hair is jelled backward and his eyes are a perfect mix of blue and green. He has a tattoo on his left middle finger that I didn't notice the night before. It's the drawing of a crown. I wonder what it means.

Gabriel hums, the sound bringing my eyes back to his face. I watch as his eyes trail appreciatively across my body. "At least, you're not wearing a half-wet shirt this time."

"What the fuck?" I ask, standing up from the chair. He watches me, amused, and arches an eyebrow. "I asked you if we would see again!"

I don't know why that exits my mouth, but it already has and I can do anything to change it. "It depends." He repeats what he told me.

"Well, I didn't plan to see you again like this."

"How would you rather see me?"

"I don't know, but definitely not with you handing over a job on a fucking silver