The Reward
392 Words
The incident had – inevitably – resulted in an argument. It had taken Satsuki only one glance of the smug grin on Narita Ken's face to start bickering with the actor.
She had informed him, quite crossly, that she had neither asked nor needed – let alone wanted – him to rescue her.
He had quite calmly told her that it was a gentleman's most revered duty to fly to the aid of a distressed damsel. However, all the while he had been talking his dark eyes had been positively sparkling with amusement.
She had snorted at him and bluntly remarked that no matter how distressed a damsel she might be, there was no way in hell he was a gentleman.
It had been somewhere right about there when she had suddenly found herself trapped against a wall, his tall frame looming right before her and effectively preventing her escape.
She had regarded him with slight apprehension and asked what the hell he thought he was doing.
He had gazed down at her with a wild, predatory gleam in his eyes – a gleam which had instantly made her feel very, very nervous.
He had spoken then, in a low, husky, dangerous voice that had sent shivers running down her back.
He stated that as he obviously was not a gentleman in her eyes, he would have no need to pretend he was one. He continued by adding that since he was no gentleman, as she had so kindly pointed out, there was no need for him to go about things the roundabout way.
No, he could simply take what he wanted.
Liked it or not, he had told her, he had saved her. Once again.
And this time, he had assured her, he would not fail to collect his rightful reward.
Then, he had kissed her – for the second time that evening. This kiss, however, was nothing like the first one.
It was powerful, hungry and demanding.
It was the kind of a kiss that in no way tried to mask just how he felt for her. No, in fact it was the kind of a kiss that made his intentions towards her very clear indeed.
Yes, it was the kind of a kiss that even the mere memory of it – hours after the fact – would have her knees wobbling like an intoxicated giraffe on stilts.