Knight had a type?

ALANA

I sniffled melodramatically. "Your date has been driving me ragged, Sir,"

"Suits you well," he muttered. "For all the pain you're about to cause me and the dinner I'm sure I'd love sitting through. I already can't wait."

"Your sarcasm's at its peak today," I commented, crossing my legs on the sofa, hugging a pillow to my chest, as I stared in delight at the newfound sparkle in Knight's eyes. Those eyes had been cold for far, far too long. I was glad we got along even now. "I hope all's well."

"Oh, it is. For now," he said dryly and waved his sensuous fingers as if to tell me to go on with the story I was previously telling. "So, what did she say? My oh-so-amazing-potential-wife?"

It was a stupid, sarcastic remark but jealously coursed through me with a full force. "She asked what your favourite colour was and I'm like, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? But, well, she kept pushing so I said maybe you like blue because all guys like blue, I guess,"—He raised his eyebrows at that— "Then, she started sending me her pictures. I swear, Burak, as she went on, the dresses only got shorter and tighter—"

"I don't want to marry her,"

"I—what—I—" I blinked, tongue twisting to a halt.

He thrust his fingers into his hair, making the gelled locks stand in various directions. My lips curved upwards at the unbearable cuteness in his expression. Yes, no other lady would dare to call him cute since he was a man in every sense of the word. But to me—well, I was having trouble looking away from the scrunched-up nose and the agonised look in his eyes. His lush lips were tightly pulled into an irritated pout.

Knight was pouting. Dear God, have mercy.

"You really wanna take this thing seriously? If I'm to marry, it better not be with someone like … this."

I threw up my hands, shifting my hips around the seat. "I spent my entire day talking to Hanie and deciding a romantic little place nearby and you're just easily saying you don't even want to meet her?" I huffed. "That's so rude,"

He clicked his tongue, finally closing his laptop. A delicious-looking sleeveless waist-coat became visible now that the expanse of his chest wasn't blocked. Knight's sleeves were rolled up, giving way to veiny, muscular forearms. Heck, even his hands were so pretty—all huge and manly.

"You know what you guys should do?"

"Oh, this is about to get interesting. Guess who's giving orders again,"

Wisely ignoring my statement, he continued. "You should ask me what kind of a wife I want before making me sit through a horrible 'date',"

This man. My voice was sickly sweet when I spoke next. "What do you think I meant yesterday when I asked what your type is. You went all 'ooh, no, I am Mr Goody Two Shoes and have never looked at a woman my entire life'," My eyes performed a 360.

He coughed, eyes turning a few shades darker in mischief. Men. Pfft. "I may happen to know a thing or two,"

"Wha—" I stopped short at the knock. Almost bursting up from my seat, I opened the door with enthusiasm that might be a teensy bit for show. Hehe. Whatever.

"OMG! Thank you for this!" When I looked up, I made a bad face. The man on the other end was the leery one from the elevators on my first day. Still, I took the plate from him and the iced tea. I held the rim of the glass to my nose and inhaled a heavenly scent. I could already taste the scrumptiousness.

Knight only stared at me as I dug into the food, mouth unhinged.