Stay with me

88 Taming the stubborn

There was no one in Sapphire's waiting room. Even the secretary did not sit at her high counter. Niko took advantage of this to make his way to Jansu's office without hindrance. He was sure, if the secretary were in place, he would have been shown the turn from the gate, assuring that Miss Baisal was busier than the Queen of England. But fate turned out to be favorable to him. He walked down the corridor to the office and, without knocking, opened the door.

Jansu was going to take a break and have some coffee. Relaxing in an armchair and blissfully closing her eyes, she raised a cup to her lips, about to take the first sip, when the door opened abruptly, letting Niko Bianco into the office. The girl who did not expect to see her ex-husband twitched and splashed hot coffee all over herself.

"Damn it, Niko!" she shrieked. "How can you scare me like that?!"

Jansu jumped up and threw the half-empty cup on the table and pulled back the thin chiffon blouse from her chest. It was hopelessly flawed. Niko was there in the blink of an eye.

"Does it hurt?" he asked fearfully. "Are you burned?"

He removed her hands and began to unbutton her blouse.

"Hey! What are you doing?" indignantly she slapped his cheeky fingers.

"I want to see if you got burned," he replied, continuing his work.

"I am not burned!" angrily declared Jansu and shouted at him," Oh, stop undressing me!"

As if not hearing, Niko pulled the blouse from under the waist of her strict pencil skirt and undid all the buttons. The skin under the chiffon was creamy and flawlessly smooth.

"You didn't burn yourself," Niko stated the fact.

"And you couldn't take my word for it?" Jansu asked wryly.

Niko didn't answer. He stared at her chest covered with graphite-gray lace. There was something so dark and hot in his gaze that made Jansu's knees weak. She covered her chest with her hand. Niko swallowed. Jansu saw his Adam's apple twitch.

"You need to change," he said hoarsely.

"I have a T-shirt in my closet." There was a distinct tremor in her voice and Jansu was ready to strangle herself for it. Therefore, she called for all the available sarcasm for help, "If you deign to go out the door, then I will change."

But Niko was not impressed by the causticity. He stepped back a step and, wandering his gaze over the girlish body, which was whitening behind an open blouse, said, "I will turn away."

"You are impudent!" Jansu told him.

"You just found out about it?" He grinned crookedly and slowly turned his back to her.

Jansu went to the closet and took out a khaki T-shirt. Taking off her blouse, she threw it on a chair and pulled on the T-shirt.

"Can I turn around?" asked Niko.

He became all ears. Each rustle was caught by his internal radars and instantly visualized in front of the inner gaze images, which made his blood boil.

"Turn around," Jansu said.

He looked around. She stood by her chair and examined the hopelessly ruined blouse. Sighing, she crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

"Favorite blouse," she said angrily and scolded Niko, "Well, why did you have to enter here just when I decided to drink coffee? And how did Alina let you pass? I ordered her ..."