My Killing President

“Maybe, I can help you now…” He breathed softly and it tickled her ear.

Annabelle’s heart pounded rapidly, and nervousness sucked the very breath from her mouth.

WHAT IS HE TRYING TO DO?!

In the shadows their faces were so close to each other and there was a sweet, ropy fragrance of the wine they have been drinking. As his entire body slowly inched closer, Annabelle crept backwards in panic. Nervousness washed over her, raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck and she stare into Mu’s eyes unblinkingly.

Neither of them spoke.

Initially Mu intended to just tease her. Now heat rose from his stomach to his chest. Annabelle was making such a vulnerable and inviting face. His gaze slid down slowly to her lips, and he moved in closer…

Annabelle forgot to breathe, her heart was suspended right at her throat.

IS HE CRAZY!?

In the spur of the moment, Annabelle’s trembling fingers found their way to the door handle. She unlocked it and sprung out the car.

me

chance

looking at

inviting me in for a cup of

drank tea. There’s no tea in my house

mind

coffee, I don’t even know if there’s water supply! Therefore I don’t think it’s

“Okay

“Bye, see you,

he had an impulse to tease her more. But then he would just appear untactful and desperate. Furthermore he earnestly enjoyed this chemistry with

it slow and patiently unveil this

off. There was a satisfied grin

heart attack when

doing that on purpose! Can’t

in sight, then she released the breath she

troubled expression. Right before she entered, a high-pitched voice like