Fatal Attraction

6

KIAN

It's Friday and I've been training hard in the gym this morning. Not long now and my Kayden Steel fight is coming up. Harrison gave me some good tips. He also had to fight a steel. Because Kayden's father was fighting Harrison at the time. It was close, Harrison almost lost the fight. But with a strong kick at the end, he still got the win. Senior Steel was his biggest rival at the time. And mine will probably be his son.

"You going to help my daughter paint today?" Harrison says. I look up, his eyes are wary of me.

"Yes." He nods slowly as if thinking about something.

"Fine. Thanks for helping her. She doesn't really have anyone here but me right now, but I'm just her age. I think it's good that she has people her age around."

"Nothing, Coach." I don't know what else to answer. It's hard for me to show understanding or compassion when I don't have a parent who cares about me the way Harrison did with his daughter.

Around noon, I'm standing in front of Estrela's apartment door. She immediately opens the door. She stands in front of me with a white shirt and black leggings that hug her legs like a second skin. f**k!

"Hi," she greets me.

"Hey."

"Come in." I step into the apartment and walk past her. Our arms brush. I try to ignore the feeling I get when I touch her. I take a look at the booth. The floor and the furniture are already covered with foil. There is paint and a few brushes on the floor.

"I've already taken care of everything," she explains. I turn to her. She is tying her reddish brown hair into a ponytail.

"Let's get started then." I clap my hands and work with her to mix the paint. We paint the living room wall first, where most of the stains are, then the bedroom, where Estrela would like the wall where the bed is in dark blue. I keep looking over at her. When she stretches, a piece of her shirt slides up, always revealing a strip of skin. I stare at her quite often. I know many beautiful women, but Estrela is different. But I still don't know what makes her so different from the other women, and that confuses me.

But I don't miss their furtive glances either. And when I catch her doing it, she looks away in embarrassment and her cheeks turn red. It's unusual for a woman to be embarrassed because of me. Most of those I know and meet don't deny it when they're obviously staring at me. But not Estrela. she is innocent And that's probably why it fascinates me so much.

ESTRELA

Damn it's going to be so hard to focus on the strike with Kian around, I didn't think so. There's something about him that makes it hard for me to stop staring at him all the time. But even his furtive glances don't go past me. Once I caught him seriously slapping my butt. I would have loved to run the paint roller over his face.

I'm concentrating on one corner right now, trying not to accidentally hit the ceiling with the paint. As I turn around on the small ladder to dip the brush in the paint, I freeze in the middle of my intention. Oh. My. God.

Kian isn't wearing a shirt anymore and although I've seen him shirtless before, the sight takes my breath away again. His shoulders are broad and his chest is flat and muscular. The six-pack is strong and thick veins protrude over the tempting v-neck. This man is more than well built.

"Estrela?" Kian's deep voice pulls me back into the here and now. That's when I realize I've been staring at him the whole time. My cheeks immediately turn red.

"Yes?" I clear my throat. My mouth feels so damn dry all of a sudden.

"Can you pass me that paint roller over there?" He points to a roll lying in the paint bucket. I nod and pull out said part to hand it to him, noticing another bucket too late and tripping over it. But before I fall awkwardly and embarrassingly, Kian's two strong arms enclose me around the waist.

I notice how close we are. His gray eyes look at me intensely. As I look at his chest, I notice how the paint roller I'm holding has left paint on his chest. Oh!

"s**t, I'm sorry." Kian looks down at his chest and shakes his head, laughing, the vibration of his laughter going through my entire body because he's still holding me.

"It doesn't matter," he says, and he still holds me tight, then he takes the paint roller from my hand and unexpectedly rolls it over my chest and down to my stomach. I look at him in shock.

"Now we're even," he giggles, eyeing me with amusement. Quickly release me from his grip, grab a brush, dip it in the paint and then stroke his forehead. I can't help but laugh because a large stripe of color now adorns his forehead.

"Just wait!" Suddenly his eyes sparkle dangerously and as soon as I know it, he strokes my entire face with the roller. I want to attack him again, but Kian grabs my arm so I don't catch him. I laugh out loud that I can hardly breathe. I want to break away from him, but he's just too strong.

Slowly our laughter trembles and at some point only our heavy panting can be heard. Kian holds my wrist. My smile dies as he suddenly pulls me close. His gray eyes suddenly took on such a dark sparkle. I put my hand, which he didn't hold, on his paint-smeared chest. Feeling his bare skin under my fingertips feels way too good. My breathing quickens as he pulls me closer, our bodies touching. His eyes get a tick darker, so that the gray can only be seen as a thin circle around his pupils. His lips are slightly parted. My eyes are fixed on them.

"Estrela," he whispers. I tear myself away from his lips, look into those hypnotic eyes. As I take my next breath, his lips are suddenly on mine. My body trembles as the realization hits me that Kian Warren is kissing me.

At first our lips are just on top of each other, but when he starts moving his, my mind shuts off and all I can feel are those lovely lips on mine. Thousands of explosions course through my body as he begins to move his lips demandingly. His hand still grips my other hand and mine is on his chest. As he begins to lick my bottom lip with his tongue, I gasp, allowing his tongue to penetrate my mouth. My tongue gets hot when I touch it. My abdomen immediately contracts. Our hands go exploring. He strokes my back until just above my buttocks, then he presses me so close to him that no leaf fits between us anymore. His hands are under my butt then he lifts me up and, as if by magic, I wrap my legs around his waist. The kiss has now turned into pure lust. Kian is pushing me against the wall, holding me there. Kissing, he wanders over my jaw, up to my neck and sucks on the tender skin there. I moan because it feels so good. As I rub against him lightly, Kian kisses me so hard I fear fainting.

"Kian," I gasp. He pulls away from me and looks deep into my eyes. Then he closes his and lets me down slowly, brushing his crotch. He sucks in his breath sharply and I could feel how aroused he is just from our kiss.

"I should go," he says, looking away from me. He pulls his shirt over the paint-smeared chest. I am unable to say anything. The kiss and the fact that it was Kian I just kissed make me freeze. And as soon as I know it, Kian leaves my apartment with quick steps. I stare after him with my mouth open until the door slams shut. What just happened?

"Damn it!" I curse, lowering myself to the floor and surveying my bedroom. The wall isn't even painted.