Kissing him...

I raised my brows in question. "Things like what?"

"Clothes. There are detain clothes I'd like to do away with." He said.

I raised my brows. "do away with as in how?"

He shrugged. "not sure. Maybe I could burn them..."

"Why would you burn them?" I asked out of shock.

He raised his brows at my outburst. "why would I not burn them?"

I shook my head in disbelief. I have been working for this man for several weeks now and not once did I purchase a clothe for him that was less than two hundred dollars. That was the least item he had and those were socks! Yes, he words two hundred dollar socks around! Just a pair was two hundred dollars.

That is one of the reasons why I would not be letting him do away with any of his clothes by burning them.

He could use them for other things. He could give them away or even go as far as selling them and giving them to charity. That would be better.

If he burns then, it would be a total waste if money and resources. I was not going to let that happen.

Thankfully, I had some time on my hands. "do you know how helpful those clothes could be?"

He waved his hand. "Look, I don't have the time to hear your lectures today. Just do whatever you want with the clothes. As long as you help me pick them out and put them together, you can even wear them if you like."

"I don't want to wear your clothes!" I said sticking my tongue out.

He stared at me for a while, the intensity if his gaze back from wherever it went.

He was too intense, way too intense for my safety.

"Okay then, please stand up." I said to him.

He raised his brows. "why is that?"

"I want to see if you are sti the same measurements from last time." I said to him as I stood up from the chair.

He looked me up and down. "why would you want to do that."

I sighed exasperatedly. "you're going to be doing away with some if your clothes. That means that you would need new ones. I am your stylist, remember? The one that makes your clothes and is responsible for putting your closet together?" I explained to him.

He shook his head. Oh goodness. Why did he have to make everything difficult? I was just asking him to get up so that I could take his measurements. That was all! He did not have to make it into a huge case.

"You are on a one week's break. I gave you my word." He stated.

"I'm just taking your measurements! I don't want to work. Besides, if we're to really go by what you just said, I should not be helping you sort out your clothes." I explained to him.

He gave me an incredulous look. I hot a nerve there. I could tell. "I asked you if you had free time and you said yes. You are not working."

I cocked my head to the side. "so... In other words, I am doing you a favor?" I asked.

"Ball it whatever you want. Ad long as you end up doing it, it's fine." He said to me.

I rolled my eyes then proceeded to grab my measuring tape from my clutch.

I stood in front of him with my notepad and pen. After dropping then on the desk, I wrote down the headings before proceeding to take his measurements.

Immediately my hands cane in contact with his body, I shivered. I knew that he saw it but he did not say anything.

I stared the take around his neck the measured it before writing it down.

I stared it around his waste, pulling him a little bit closet so I could take accurate measurements. He looked intrigued as he watched everything I did.

I was also intrigued because it all felt funny to me for some reason. Not, it did not feel funny, it felt giddy.

His touch was making me loose focus. His breath fanning my neck when I try to read what the tape says. The way I'd let my fingers brush his skin just to see if he's react... Everything was slowly making me loose my sanity.

He suddenly drapes his have around my waist then pulled me closer. My eyes widened and my breathing spiralled up.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"What you have been doing for the past five minutes." He whispered back.

My cheeks flushed because I knew exactly what he was taking about. I had been a naughty girl. A very naughty one and I thought he would not notice.

"I did not do anything." I said to him.

"Hmm?" He asked as he pulled me closer again.

"Yes." I nodded.

I don't know what I was thinking but I bright my hands around his neck.

He did not react, he just stared into my eyes, the intensity making me weak.

"I am done with the measurements." I whispered.

"I see." He simply said.

I cleared my throat. "I... I should probably write down what the last one was so I... Don't forget." I told him.

He did not reply for sometime. He just kept staring at me.

"I am not stopping you." He says even though his hands were still around my waist

I knew what he meant. If I wanted him to key go, I should just say so.

He pulled me closer again and as a result, our lips slightly brushed.

The realization of what we had just done hit both if us like a magnet.

We stared into each other's eyes with a knowing look. It was an accident bit we just kissed. Our lips had brushed.

But instead of pulling back, we pressed our bodies closer and slammed our lips together. This time it was not an accident. This time we were kissing, furiously.