Chapter 24. Fletcher's Property

The temperature in his office suddenly rises. His slender fingers traveled onto her nape, which added to the heat that Anna felt.

"Answer me." It was not a request but a demand. His sharp eyes were interrogating her facial expression.

"I-I was just being f-friendly, and..."

"Being clingy to an opposite sex isn't a friendly manner," he cut her off. Making her gulp a hard stone that was stocked in her esophagus.

"I was gone for almost two years," he said while his fingers were slightly pinching her waist. "Yet when I came back, you had already challenged my patience."

"I-I..."

"Don't talk. Let me." They both felt a blazing fire deep in their systems. Although Anna was afraid of the way Dye was acting, there was a strange feeling that was erupting inside her chest.

She somehow felt satisfaction when she saw Dye's dim, cold eyes. His disheveled yet sexy hair was hiding half of his forehead, as well as his crafty nose and thin, perfect lips.