Dirty Beginning (Dirty 0.50)

I just don’t know why all the men in my life keep pushing me to be with Killian. My father has, too, even in death. My grandfather has also, and now, so has Tony. Don’t they trust me to find my own man? To find someone better than Killian ?

Tony moves his head to the side, indicating for me to follow him, so I do .

I bite my lip as I watch Tony knock on Killian’s door. Please don’t be here .

“Come in,” Killian shouts from inside .

Tony gives me a knowing smile before he pushes the door open and enters Killian’s larger office. I enter slowly behind Tony, keeping my eyes down. Maybe Killian won’t notice I’m here if I don’t say anything and don’t look at him .

“I have those numbers for you,” Tony says .

“Thank you,” Killian says. “I…” He pauses .

I know he’s spotted me. I let my eyes drift up, and there he is, staring at me with the same intense eyes. He’s wearing another dark suit. Another grim frown covers his face .

I try to move. I try to say something to make this less awkward. I can’t though. It’s like his eyes have captured me and glued me in place. I lose all my thoughts when I see him, except for how it felt to have his lips pressed against mine. I think about how it warmed me to see him smiling just at me and no one else, something I realize he rarely does. I think about how it felt when his tongue finally touched me there , and I already feel desire forming deep in my belly from just thinking about it .

I blush. That’s when I notice Killian’s own reactions change. It’s just slightly, just in a way I notice, but it’s not enough for Tony to notice. Killian’s eyes change from intense glaring to intense lust, and his lip curls up slightly into the tiniest of smiles at my reaction. He knows. He knows what dirty thoughts I’m thinking about, making me blush more .

Tony chuckles and shakes his head as he looks from me to Killian .

Killian glares at Tony. “What’s so funny ?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s funny. I just think Robert is smiling down right now, seeing the two of you together .”

“There is nothing going on,” Killian and I both say in unison .

This makes Tony chuckle again. “Not yet.” He winks at me. He takes a step closer to Killian. “Anyway, I have another call I need to get to. Have a look at the numbers. I think we finally have the data you need to present tomorrow to get the expansion you and Robert wanted .”

I watch as Tony leaves, leaving me alone with Killian. I turn to leave as well .

“Wait…” Killian says .

I don’t know why, but I wait. When I turn back to him, his mouth has dropped open slightly as he stares at the papers in his hand .

“These numbers…they actually work,” Killian says. He runs his hand through his hair. “How did he do it?” he asks himself. Forgetting I’m there, he begins typing on the computer again. “This is genius .”

I smile. Good for Tony . I take another step, but the heel of my shoe clicks along the floor, bringing Killian’s attention back to me .

Killian stands then and walks until he is blocking my exit. “How did he do this?” He holds up the papers .

I try to scrunch my face in a quizzical look, like I have no idea why Tony wouldn’t be competent at his job. But like I’ve said before, I make a terrible actress, a terrible liar. I shrug and look down, avoiding Killian’s eye contact .

His hand lifts my chin until I’m staring back at him as he furrows his eyebrows, searching my face for the answer .

“Who did this?” he says slowly while holding the papers up .

“Tony,” I say quietly .

He shakes his head. “Tony sucks at numbers. He couldn’t have done this, not even by accident.” He moves his body closer to mine so that we are almost touching. “Who did this ?”

“I don’t know.” My voice is shaky .

I don’t know why he cares who did it. Killian moves closer, and I take a step back, unable to hold my ground any longer, but he grabs my elbow, holding me in place and keeping our bodies pressed together. I can feel his body breathing slow and easy against my chest, compared with my fast, quick breaths. I even think I feel his heart beating in his chest in a perfect, steady rhythm, unlike my now erratic heartbeat. He’s not affected by my body, like I am by his. It disappoints me .

He raises his eyebrows a

t me. His lips graze mine, and I stop breathing .