A Hunt For His Queen

I was the King's subject?

A shiver ran down me at the deep accented husky voice.

A voice I knew really well.

Slightly turning around, as his hold was still on me, I met with those dark icy blue eyes. The flash light only revealed a part of his left profile as I held my mobile in my hand, far down from his face.

Sharp jaw covered in dense stubble and his intense gaze, that was watching me closely.

A feeling of deja Vu hit me. The memories of five years ago flashed across my mind.

The same heady masculine cologne surrounded my senses.

The side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. "Like the view, il mio cuore?"

"Huh?" I was well aware of his calloused hands on my arms. His front pressed against my back. His scent in my lungs.

I couldn't help but feel like my world was surrounded by him for a moment. Then I blinked, getting out of the haze that his presence created.

Taking a step back from him, I cleared my throat. And the thing that surprised me was how his hands twitched as soon as I moved out of his hold, as if wanting to reach out to me again. That sharp jaw ticked.

Was he mad because I pulled away?

Then taking a deep breath, he met my gaze again.

Suddenly the lights turned on around the hallway, making me squint against the brightness. But his gaze didn't move away from me.

I couldn't help but steal a glance all over him.

He donned a black Armani suit without a tie. The first few buttons of the white shirt underneath that wrapped around his broad shoulders and sculpted chest were open. And the view of a part of that sculpted pale chest made me stare. The silver chain that ran down his strong neck disappeared down his shirt.

A deep groan that reverberated through his chest made me snap my gaze up.

Shit! Get yourself together, Cassie!

His pupils dilated, fists curled as his flaming gaze burned me. As he took a step ahead, I took one back. And he didn't like it at all.

"W-what did you just say? Il mio what?" I cursed myself in my head for stuttering.

"Nothing." Voice hard.

I frowned. He did say something in Italian.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, getting myself in control. "Don't tell me this is another of your properties."

"What if I do, Ms. Brooks?" His head tilted to a side, the tiny smirk appearing again. "And you seem to remember last night very well..."

At the mention of last night, my cheeks burned.

"I... uh..." I glanced around. "I don't remember much from last night. And you didn't answer my first question."

With a powerful stride, he was in my breathing zone again. And this time, I didn't pull away. But my heart raced fast.

"Who knows, maybe I came here for a stroll, or maybe... I came here to take something that you owed me from last night?" he rasped out. That intense gaze held mine.

My mouth dried up as his words hit my brain. I owed him?

T-the kiss?

The kiss that I wanted to give him in return for the favor he did to me. The kiss that was left unfulfilled because I got unconscious.

"W-what are you talking about? I don't remember anything."

The redness of my cheeks must have told him that I knew very well what he was talking about. Something dark flashed across those icy blue eyes. His gaze fell on my lips for a second.