Chapter 7 Avery & Drake

• AVERY
• My heels click against the floor, pacing in front of Drake’s desk. Each tick of the clock increases my angst, bringing back the habit of biting my nails, long forgotten. The longer I wait for his return the more fearful I become. My stomach rotates uncomfortably, my gaze flicking to the elevator every few seconds, anticipating his arrival. Forty- five minutes pass when I jump from the long ding. An onyx stare finds mine, neither of us uttering a word as he strides into the room. His fingers undo the buttons on his jacket, his actions swift and precise. He removes it from his shoulders, placing it over the couch in his office. The black shirt underneath is taut, with fabric so thin it’s appears painted on. Each muscle was obvious and defined through the clothes. God, he is dangerously breathtaking.
• I observe silently, spellbound by his movements as he loosens the tie around his neck. Slowly, he tips up his collar, allowing it to stand upright, before pulling the silk around his head. He lays it on the jacket, his obsidian orbs barely blinking from my face, while he continues working. Undoing the fasteners around his wrists, he rolls the sleeve up to his elbows. Black ink tattoos rest against his pale flesh, begging to be traced with my fingers.