She basically had him in a choke hold. Not only with the edge of her legs but with her words as well.
Sullivan didn't say a word and she added with a tired sigh, her chest moving up and down in exaggerated motions. He could still hear the racing of her little heart. He could smell her, the strong scent of her arousal in the air, leaving him with a satisfied feeling. Knowing he wasn't alone in his feelings of how affected he was by her.
"The accident…the issue is too complicated and dangerous." She stared at him, her black eyes passing across a deeper meaning. "I don't want you involved and entangled in it. I don't want you implicated."
He smiled then. A small one as he watched her like she was the most innocent he had ever seen.
She didn't want to put him in danger? Didn't want to implicate him? Oh, his lady has no idea does she?
"Okay."
She searched his face, a tiny crease appearing between her brows. "Are you mad?"
"No Anna, I could never be." Not at her. He was mad at the ones who had treated her that way. The ones who made her scared enough to not want to talk to him.
She let out a sigh of relief and stared at his head. At his hair. "You probably have healthier hair than I do." She joked but he didn't say a word and she shifted on the desk indicating that she wanted to leave.
Sullivan checked the time on his wrist watch and helped her off the desk, his hand to her waist a haunting touch for them both.
The atmosphere was tense. Kind–of. In the type of sexual way that made each person doubt what the next movement should be.
"Do you want to leave?"
Anna thought he was asking because of the 'sexually awkward tension' between them and scoffed, warm, prickling heat crawling up to her face. "Mr Sullivan, I am not a child. I don't run off just because of some little sexual tension." She waved him off with her hand and fanned her face. "It happens. Nothing I can't handle. I'm a grown woman."
"I asked because it is past seven already Anna."
She glanced at his wrist, the embarrassment creeping up on her face before she quietly turned around and walked back to the couch. "Forget what I said."
But he was already smiling and he had no intentions to let it go. He grabbed his jacket and put it on, flattening it against his chest while he did the buttons.
"But what did you mean by sexual tension?"
Anna grabbed the macaroons and was about to pick her purse when he beat her to it, a mischievous smile on his face. It felt so foreign on him, she had to stop and admire the glint in them. The way his eyes crinkled up around the corners and the little wrinkles that formed.
Sullivan is a beauty anyone would want to behold. Anna wasn't any little herself. But her beauty wasn't as ethereal as his. She had a small pointy nose, wide shaped lips, round face, and luscious black hair that was now cropped short as a bob from her previous surgery.
She tried to grab her purse from him but he held it high and she glared at him. "I said forget what I said." She began to walk towards the door quickly and he followed, his voice a little higher and excited than usual.
"Anna, aren't you crossing boundaries right now?"
Anna wished she could wipe the smugness off his tone. It wasn't like he could deny feeling it too. It was there and his closeness had increased the intensity of it. If she continues this way, she will be slipping into his hands and swooning every time he so much as enters her space.
They went downstairs, Sullivan still carrying her purse while Anna was pouty and refused to talk to him. When they got into his car, she asked him. "Can you stop doing that?"
He raised a brow. "Doing what?"
"Whatever it is you do with your eyes and…you coming close."
He paused for some seconds and sincerely mulled over her words. "Does it bother you?"
"Yes!" Very much! Especially when he looks at her with that…that gleam in his eyes.
Sullivan smiled as he ignited the engine and drove onto the street. "Good." He said.
She bothered him as well and it was only better and more fair that his presence bothered her too.
Later that night when they had dinner, Anna watched him pick at his food again, barely scraping the edges of it. She made a mental note to tell the Chef to make food to his preferences and not just to hers.
The man might not be picky but it seems her idea of food wasn't really to his taste and she didn't want to impeach on him any further.
They quietly ate dinner and cleaned the dishes, the silence between them a cover for the previous tension that had been in the air earlier.
Anna cleaned herself up when she got to her room and changed into a thicker pajamas. It was the only other thing left of the little clothing she had. Tomorrow, she decided she would go shopping and maybe get Sullivan something as well.
She played with her phone for a while, surfing the internet between texting Zara and scrolling though memes and edits of Sullivan holding her bag at his company earlier. She knew it would be a sensation, she just didn't think people would tag it 'love in the air.'
What makes them think a man like Sullivan would want to be with her? What makes them think she wants to be with a man like him?
To be his wife? Mrs Sullivan? She shakes the thought off her mind and focused on trying to recollect the message in the letter her brother left for her—the one Gigi has snatched from her—before falling asleep.
About three hours later, Sullivan opened the gliding doors that led to his balcony and stepped into the night air. The cold air was blowing against his face but he hardly felt it. Although, now that he was used to living with them, he was slightly able to tell the difference in their weather.
He looked to Anna's balcony side, her doors were closed no doubt. He stared into the night again and placed his hand to his chest.
Her question had taken him by surprise earlier. Why did he kill those people back then? Sullivan knew he should be thinking of a response to give her but instead he was asking himself, why he didn't kill Anna back then.
He walked closer to the single railing that divided their balconies and jumped over it, landing softly in her balcony. The curtains were parted and Anna was sprawled on the bed. One leg dangling off while the duvet was on the other side of the bed.
He smiled, she was a heavy sleeper. That much he knew from watching her sleep. He opened the sliding doors and wanted to step in but stopped.
Sullivan knew he was crossing boundaries but it didn't really matter as long as he could just watch from afar right? He placed his hands behind his back and stood still, his eyes on Anna who was now moving to change positions.
Maybe if he stood here and watched her, he could convince himself he will be able to handle it when the lady finds another man and starts a life. One where he isn't in.
The thought crushed at his heart and Anna turned around again, almost falling off her bed this time but caught herself.
She rubbed at her eyes as she glanced at the balcony. She was about to go back to sleep when she saw some figure standing there. Staring at her.
Scared to her wits, she screamed and grabbed the night light to throw at the person.