James' Machinations 2

Jason raised a brow, gesturing for her to come closer. She didnt know why but she did come closer even while sporting the annoyed expression she had on her face. As she approached, he caught the faint scent of her perfume—rich and intoxicating.

"You smell good today," he murmured his tone a mixture of compliment and challenge. "And what did you want, for me to invite you to the mall so we can take a walk and hang out?"

She smiled, but it faltered as Jason grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. She gasped, her composure slipping as she found herself inches from him. "Jason, someone might walk in. I didnt lock the door this time!" she said in the manner of a hushed whisper, her eyes locked in his.

"And?" His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down her spine. "Aren't you the boss? Or is it me you're afraid of?"