I narrowed my sight on him.
“Are you trying to annoy me?” I asked.
He licked his lower lip and looked directly in my eyes.
“I don’t know… What do you think?” he questioned me back while still wearing that irritating smirk.
If he was just teasing me, then getting mad or annoyed would be his win. So instead of letting him have his way, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer until our faces were only a few millimeters apart. I saw a flash of surprise in his expression before giving him a sly smile.
“I am thinking that you are planning to seduce me, Mr. Jonathan Friedman,” I said in almost a whisper.
And when I was about to fake stealing a kiss from him by tiptoeing and leaning forward, he immediately stepped backwards. He never said a word and went back to the other side of
