364 Dicey

Seeing Damien close the glass window of the theatre, Katherine raised a brow at him but he didn't say anything when he met her gaze. She watched as he went to the double doors of the range and locked it—a laugh slipped out of her and she set her gun down the counter, turning around to face him as he approached. "Should I be scared that you locked us inside?"

They were wearing a ballistic eyewear but she could still see his eyes darken and so did the aura that resonated within him as he strolled towards her.

As soon as Damien was in front of her, he slid his earmuffs off, tossed the earplugs away and removed his eyeglass so he could look at her clearly—Katherine did the same. He then trapped her between his arms, his hands planted on the counter on either side of her. The two were now on eye-level and a few inches apart. She didn't find his stance intimidating at all, or if she did, she didn't show it when she casually crossed her arms in front of her and curled her mouth into a smile.

"What are you doing, Mr. Park?" she probed, her tone obviously flirty. Up close, she could see the one-day-old stubble on his chin and she cleared her throat when the image of it grazing her skin flashed in her head.

Damien ignored her question and glanced at the paper target behind her. She aimed for headshots just like he did and she was a sharp-shooter too. Seeing her skill like this made him all excited that his erection bobbed in approval and begged for a pat on its head. Maybe more than a pat—maybe a rub. He could feel his jeans got tighter as it was getting uncomfortable.

Dragging his gaze back to her, his eyes traced the outline of her nose down to her lips and lingered there for a bit before looking into her eyes. "Do you know how sexy you look right now?" Her lips parted upon hearing his question. "You have no idea, do you?" He didn't mean she was sexy because of her figure. She was sexy because of her ability. 

Tilting her head, she wanted to find out what he was planning. "Is that why you closed the door and the glass window?"

"I don't like to have an audience."

Amused, Katherine cast a smile on her face and challenged, "Why? What are you gonna do?"

Damien's jaw tensed at her provocation. She was getting bolder—rather, she was like her old self—confident, haughty yet classy—but an upgraded version. Gone were the lies that were hiding in her eyes. They were clear now and he liked it. She had her walls up but now she was letting him in. So he smiled and leaned forward until his lips were just an inch away from hers he could feel her breath.

His voice was low and rough. She sucked in air when the stubble on his chin touched her jaw. Brushing his nose on her hair, he inhaled her shampoo scent that smelled like coconuts and vanilla, and then he added, "But right now, we have a deal to settle. May the best one win. Good luck."

Katherine slightly lost her senses when her hands were subconsciously raised in the air as if she was going to grab him closer but he was already gone and had returned to his lane. "Ready?" she heard him ask, snapping her out of her trance. She looked at him and saw the smug look on his face while he was reloading his gun and then put on all the protective wear again. 

The asshole did it on purpose to throw her off her game and she refused to admit that it was working. She wanted to curse herself for being so weak against him. Damien played her dirty.

With a serious look on her face, she straightened her spine and turned around to reload her own Glock. "Are we talking or are we doing this?" She was salty.

Once she had worn her own protective gear, the paper targets were replaced with new ones and were back on their places meters away, the atmosphere was quiet and Damien gave the signal. Soon, their index fingers started pulling the trigger.

Successive gunshots echoed the place. Once. Twice. Thrice—All ten rounds were shot from each of their weapons.

Katherine tried to concentrate but on her eighth round, her mind suddenly betrayed her and decided to remind her of what he just did a while ago. She could still practically feel his mouth near her cheek, it caused her goosebumps on her arms and she shivered at the thought. "Shit," she cursed and had unintentionally shot a few inches away from her aim. 

This was why holding a gun was dangerous. You mustn't be distracted!

As the paper targets traveled towards them, she could already see that one hole on the paper—the outcast. It was still on the head of the paper target but it was situated at the side of the silhouette—the ear part. Damn it.

Katherine glanced at Damien's paper target and the bastard still maintained a perfect score. The smirk on his face from earlier got even wider. It was annoying.

It was a tie in the first round. So with Damien winning this round, that's already two wins. She lost. She put her gun down and was about to call him out for what he did that distracted her but heard him say, "Let's do one more round. I'll give you a chance." He winked. The audacity of this man.

So this was how he wanted to play her? Fine. She could play  his game too!

Lifting the corners of her mouth into a sexy smile, Katherine walked towards Damien, her hand caressing his arm as she stepped in front of him. "Aww… you are too generous. Let me help you with that… It's the least I can do for you." She carefully took the gun from his hand which he hesitantly released.

He was surprised by the sudden approach that he had to step back and let her in his space. "It's okay, I can…" His voice trailed off when she turned around so that her back was facing him and bent over, her ass was in the air as she lazily unloaded the magazine of his Glock 17. 

She lightly swayed from side to side. It was like an invitation. His eyes raked her backside, taking in her teasing form as if she was begging to be taken right there. Damien swallowed at the same time that his sporting hard-on got even harder. 

Katherine was indeed dangerous. He had attacked earlier and she retaliated—and he didn't know if he had the will to control himself.