8 You Don't Have to Kneel!

Oh hell.

Miya had wanted to untie the man earlier, but she hadn't done so, fearing that she would then be directly killed.

Now from his face, she knew that he was going to hold it against her.

Immediately, she dropped to her knees.

Then folding her hands, and almost two meters away from him, she began.

"I am sorry. I am so, so, so, so SORRY! I am sorry for even existing, if you'd believe that!"

It took him by surprise.

Jim's eyes lost the glare, and he stared at her blankly for a second.

The aggressive, strong woman from before was totally gone now. What knelt before him was this tiny, frail woman with the sincerest of expressions on her face. She looked kind of cute.

And then he froze.

Oh, no, no, no!

Not cute, Jimmy, you're angry, very angry!

Jim quickly scowled again. Meanwhile, Miya lost all heart to talk.

"Look, I didn't mean to," she continued nevertheless, "I really didn't know you're this big C.E.O. person, not some pervert! I'm sorry, Mr. Hunter. I'm really just sorry! I don't know what to do!"

Well, he did. He wanted to smirk, he was so amused, but he couldn't, of course.

Instead, Jim's grimace deepened. He looked at her icily, his glower almost cutting through her skin. He then dipped his head slightly, signalling her to come nearer.

Miya swallowed. She watched the two-meter distance between them cautiously, and then moved forward, toddling on her knees.

Her hair was still messed up, strands of it still falling onto her face. She still wore those dirty red and white clothes from before. But her eyes. Jim watched her eyes carefully. There was something about those big, black eyes that just made him –

What the bloody hell.

Jim's face darkened at his thoughts. What in the world was wrong with him?

He continued watching Miya though, and couldn't help but be drawn. There was something strangely erotic about the way the woman was nearing him, still on her knees. And almost in reaction, he stiffened.

A deep feeling rose within him, a feeling that he almost never had. His crotch stirred, and he didn't dare look down at it. His throat dried up as he felt the evidence of his arousal appear slightly.

Oh f*** no.

At this rate, she would really think he was a pervert!

Jim swallowed hard, the effort almost causing him to choke. He then coughed, looking away from her.

Miya was so relieved when he looked away that she could have passed out. But she was also a bit annoyed. Earlier, she was scared out of her wits when the man's face had suddenly darkened while he looked at her. It was as if something about her own face had pissed him off.

Really, she knew she wasn't pretty.

But did he have to give her such a repulsed reaction?

Reaching near to him, but still a safe distance away, she asked, "Um, is now okay?"

Meanwhile Jim was simply pissed off.

He had not expected this to happen, especially because he never got aroused. It was a once in a blue moon occasion. And now, just like that, he had reacted to a pair of eyes. What was he, a dumbass?

Well, of course he was!

When he heard the woman's voice, he looked at her sharply, blurting out in anger, "Get up, alright? You don't have to kneel!"

Miya flinched.

She quickly got up, a bit fascinated by his words. She hadn't realized that she was trotting on her knees! She was used to mopping the floor, and had simply overlooked the minor detail.

She stood up silently now, in attention, waiting for him to give further orders.

When Jim saw her stand so stiff, he was able to direct some of his anger at her again.

"So you do realize who I am, huh?" he began curtly.

Miya nodded rigorously.

"I do. I saw your card."

"And you understand that I'm suing you for assault and harassment, once I get out of here, right?"

Miya's heart froze. She looked at the cold, uncaring expression on the man's face with dismay. Her eyes welled up.

"Please, please don't. I'm sorry!" She cried out, "Please don't sue me. Or hand me over to the police. Or anything like that. Please!"

Hearing her appeals almost calmed him down. He composed himself, took a quick look at his below-the-waist area, and heaved a sigh of relief. The feeling had thankfully subsided. He concentrated on the woman, no, the situation at hand.

"You know," he began, "I'm not a cold hearted bastard. And I would've considered your apology, had you made even the slightest effort to untie me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Miya jumped into action. She ran towards him, sat at his feet, and began to untie the knot.

Jim wanted to slap his face. The unwanted feeling was stirring again!

She was not supposed to be in that position!

His fury tripled once he saw her struggle with the rope, unable to unwind the knot. Enraged, he thundered, "Just get a knife or something now, will you!"

Miya was taken aback, but she quickly left his feet and flew towards the kitchen. Jimmy immediately heaved a sigh of relief, but then she was back again. This time though, she was much faster and quickly cut off the ropes.

He was a free man.

Miya, though, had the urge to stab him with the same knife. But she maintained a straight face. If she managed to not lose her temper, she might be able to get out of this situation. He better not yell at her again, though. She watched him with a neutral face.

Jim was trying to get up, but his ass really hurt. He rubbed his knees and calves where the rope had been tied. He then slowly stood up, glancing quickly at the thing he was seated on.

His expression immediately turned fowler.

It was the trash can!

He looked at the woman angrily and was about to step towards her, when he wobbled. His legs gave way, feeling numb. Fearing he would fall, he quickly took support of the object nearest to him.

That was Miya.

They both fell to the floor.