Fleur ran to the kitchen, peeking at Olivier. He stood tall, light shifting through his hair, leaving shadows rippling on his shirt. The light illuminated his outline.
As the light casted along his body, his shadow lengthened. Fleur went and stomped on his head's shadow.
Then his chest, waist, between his legs, slowly leaning against him. She inhaled the fragrance of his skin left from the shower. "You smell so good."
Olivier put down the spatula and picked up the knife. He grabbed a strand of her hair and sliced it off.
Fleur inhaled sharply.
Olivier said coldly, "Are you leaving me alone?"
"You're so fierce!" Fleur shot him a disapproving glare and retreated.
The phone rang as soon as she went back into the office.
"Speak." She quipped.
"Miss Leroy, the police just called. They'
