402 Bold Kitten

Katherine still couldn't believe that Damien actually lived one floor above her. She watched his back as they walked up the flight of stairs, passing by door after door until they reached the end of the hallway on the second floor of his penthouse suite.

So this was where he and Bear were staying? When they reached his bedroom, she was surprised to see its size—even the bed was super king-sized—truly fitting for him. Of course, she knew he was extremely well-off and could totally afford the place. Maybe even the whole building. But it still shocked her. It was like double the size of her penthouse. Jeez.

"I only have my clothes here. So you'll just have to use mine," he said as he strolled to his large walk-in closet that was full of business suits and accessories. 

It was definitely bigger than their closet in Pearl Gardens but this whole penthouse was similar to the penthouse in the main building of Crown Resort Group—the one that's on the same floor as his office. It definitely looked more like a luxury bachelor pad—solely designed for a single man. No feminine touch anywhere at all. The only difference was that this was a supersized one. 

"That's okay…" She watched him reach for the drawer several steps away and rummages for clothes. They were alone in his bedroom and she's literally wet. The sudden urge to have him was strong and she convinced herself that she shouldn't have to wait for him to make the first move. She could do so just as much as he would.

Looking at his back as he moved here and there, she slowly made her way towards him and started unbuttoning her top. She was practically looking bare with how the top clung to her torso, her bra transparently visible. She removed her white top, letting it fall on the cold floor that she was now left with only her black lacy bra, black pencil skirt, and black Louboutins. He turned around and was surprised to see her that his body halted as his eyes locked with hers.

She took a step closer towards him and expected him to meet her but he refused to even look lower past her chin. He had clothes in his hands and he just stood there staring back at her. The butterflies in her stomach were frantic but she continued to move closer until she was in front of him and without second thoughts, she kissed him. Her hands rested on his chest and she waited for him to respond but he didn't kiss her back.

Confused, she pulled back and studied him. His face had gone hard and his gaze darkened. She couldn't guess what he was thinking, his expression was totally unreadable and it made her heart beat faster.

"Take a warm shower and come out." Damien gently placed a hand on her back and led her towards the bathroom. He pressed a button on the wall next to the door frame, dimming the glass walls to give her privacy and then closed the door.

Damien didn't give her the clothes that he was going to lend her, so with only a towel wrapped around her damp body, she waltzed back to the walk-in closet and found him with nothing but his dark grey joggers hanging lowly on his hips. His back faced her and he was on the phone. When he noticed her presence, he ended the call and pointed at the set of clothes he left on the counter next to him. "Get dressed. It's cold."

Really. This man… How could he nonchalantly speak to her while looking so tasty in his topless state? Why was he trying so hard to clothe her when right now, all she wanted to do was undress both of them? Was this some sort of reverse psychology?

Ignoring what he said, Katherine approached him, her eyes trained on the waistband of his joggers. All she had to do was pull it down and she could finally see that ink on his skin that he so refused to show her. It was peeking out but she could barely make out the design. Of course, that wasn't the only one she was eager to have her eyes on. "Why didn't you kiss me back, Damien?" She drifted her stare back up and challenged him as they faced off.

He still refused to lower his eyes. A small smirk formed on his lips and then he kissed her. Hard. And rough. And deep. And hot. It was a kiss that made her forget her name. The kind that put her on a high. It was that good. His tongue assaulted her mouth and she moaned in satisfaction, pulling him impossibly closer.

However, he broke the kiss, leaving her breathless. "Get dressed, Katherine. Or do I have to dress you myself?" he ordered in a low, icy tone. 

'Seriously. What the hell is going on?' Katherine couldn't understand why he was doing this. Did she do something to make him act like this? Before, she was the one pulling away. Now that she was bold enough to initiate something, he's suddenly no longer interested? 

'Fine. Be that way, Damien. You want to try and avoid me? Let's see how long you'll last.' Katherine subtly formed a devilish smile on her face.

Without taking her eyes off him, she grabbed hold of the top of her towel and tugged it off her. The fluffy white that was once the only one covering her privates was now on the floor. Katherine stood confident and deliciously naked in front of Damien. For the first time, she didn't want to hide.

Earlier, he resisted looking at her when she still had a few pieces covering her body. He knew what she was trying to do but he still didn't make a move. However, this time, he unabashedly looked at her. Really looked at her. 'How fûcking bold, Kitten.'

His eyes raked along the swells of her breasts, seeing the peaks of her erect nipples, and down to her mound ever so slowly, taking in the smoothness and flush of her skin that was calling out to him. His fingers itched to caress her. His erection urged him to do something or it was going to be painful. But he fought these urges and he shifted his gaze back to her face again.

Silence hung in the air and when she was sure that he wouldn't do anything, she was slightly disappointed and pissed. She knew that he was clearly affected by the way his throat bobbed when he so shamelessly looked at her nakedness. But why wouldn't he make a move? She got frustrated. 

"Clothes. Now." Damien passed her the set of clothes that he prepared for her and went to grab a shirt for him then wore it. 

Feeling unaccomplished, Katherine put on his plain grey shirt and checked boxers. She felt like sulking. She couldn't understand why he was avoiding her when he clearly wanted her too. Was she too forward? Did that scare him?

"Follow me to the kitchen. You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll make some dinner." Damien was already heading out the door when he spoke.

Glaring at his broad back, Katherine pouted and reluctantly replied, "Yes, President Park. Whatever you say."