Hunter stood behind his desk, motionless.
Stillness had always been his first language.
The world came to him.
Not the other way around.
Yet
He smirked and stepped forward as Stacey came around the desk to meet him.
Stacey stopped a foot in front of him.
Hunter waited like a statue waits. Silent. Breath steady. Muscles loose, but ready to tighten if necessary.
His gaze tracked those beautiful eyes in front of him.
He could feel that delectable sin he wanted to bottle and drink up prickle at the base of his spine. A coil in his stomach that was hunger, and joy and effervescent.
"So." He said looking down at Stacey.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" He asked.
Stacey smirked sheepishly.
The room was sleek, but not sterile.
