Diamonds Dancing

Thirteen

Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it.

His morning voice still hadn't settled, a slight croak to his words, an intense huskiness had her directing her attention on it, rather than the music.

That was weird, first his fingers in the batter, and now his voice.

What was wrong with her? This was her boss for crying out loud!

The only plausible explanation to her strange behaviour was that she must have been coming down with something. After all, it was as cold as ice outside-she was probably feeling unwell hence why she keot spacing out.

Letting out a restrained laugh, she bit down on her bottom lips, pulling on it before letting go of it. Her pouty lips pushed further out, when she saw something that really surprised her.

"Wait!" Without thinking about it logically, Rika leaned forward, pointing out a name she had spotted on the screen.

What she didn't take into consideration was his hand on the mouse, it stopped her from reaching all the way in to touch the screen and her top half brushed against his bare arm.

Top half being her full breasts grazing against him.

"That one, I want to hear that one..." Breath hitching, she didn't dare to look at him, jerking her body away as fast as she could.

Praying that he hadn't noticed, she stared ahead at the screen whilst his darkened gaze moved to where she had fixated her hold on, and then, he dipped his head slightly all the way to the side.

Ah, crap!

She chided herself, wanting the ground to swallow her whole.

Bouncing hazel eyes were on the one place she didn't want him to pay attention to, but it was her foolish mistake.

"Which one," he asked deliberately, a dangerous aura of interest unveiled in his eyes, drinking her in.

She swallowed, nodding her head at the screen yet again. "That one there, Kingston." She even said the surname as if to put extra emphasis on the artist.

"Can't see it, why don't you get closer and show me." Her heart was in her goddamn throat, she felt like hyperventilating. His frosty demeanour was sharp, slicing through the prickly air.

If he was being serious, she couldn't tell. Finding the courage to catch his inquisitive regard, Rika picked her head up high.

"It's the Kingston track, right there. Track 9." she tried to get him to look at the screen by gesturing to it.

Since her luck was never that great, he easily spun the chair he was in to face her properly.

"It's funny, usually you're able to actually look at me, but right now, you're too scared to even make eye contact. Why is that, kotik?" he urged, wanting to know the answer.

"Ha! Good one, sir, I'm not scared." she laughed nervously, purposely glancing at his enlarged pupils. "I was helping you find the song, I can't look at you and do that at the same time, that would be impossible."

Her explanation was poor, as was her attempt to stay on track.

"Rika," Tattoos, muscles, the large imprint in his tight boxers.