80__Work for fun?

Kamilla crossed her arms as she stared expressionlessly up at Viktor's company building.
She should have known.
When, in an underground parking lot near her school, he'd ushered her out of the car and teleported, Kamilla had gotten so excited, but damn it, she should have *known*!

Tilting her head, she looked up at him and his smug grin. “Viktor.”

"Tada," said Viktor as he straightened his coat.

"Really?" Kamilla narrowed her eyes. "This is the place more exciting than I could imagine? You brought me to work!"

Viktor looked exasperated. "It's your fault I was late. England is five hours ahead, so I had to wake up at the *crack* of dawn to sort your situation out."

"I never *asked* you to sort my situation out! I was perfectly happy with-"

Grabbing her hand, Viktor tugged her forward and toward the building.
"Come on, my board meeting starts in ten."

Kamilla glared at him, her cheeks red from anger as she stomped along.

With eyes focused on glaring at his disgustingly perfect side profile, Kamilla missed a step and found herself flipping forward.

Her shriek was cut off when Viktor's arm shot out and he caught her, jerking her up against him.
He stared at her in alarm. "You okay?"

Recollecting herself, Kamilla nodded. "Uhm, yeah."

"Bloody shoes," Viktor muttered, glaring at her black heels. "Why wear those damn death traps in the first place? Are you eager to break your neck? Take them off this instant. I'll get you some loafers."

"Viktor, It's oka-"

"No, it's not. What if I'm not around and you land on your face because of these sky scrapers, then what?" Raising a hand, he flicked her forehead. "It's dangerous."

Viktor began to crouch to rid her feet of the diabolical shoes, but stopped when he noticed how Kamilla was staring at him.

He raised a brow. "What?"

She barely moved, her eyes still gazing intently at him. "You... you get this worked up at the thought of me falling in heels. Do you really believe you could hurt me, Viktor? You really believe I'm in danger with you?"

The words caught him off guard and had Viktor staring silently at Kamilla.
It was a valid question.
So why didn't he know how the hell to answer it?

It was true that the thought of Kamilla harmed in any way made him furious. He was ready to break anything and anyone who tried to hurt her.
Was that not why he'd kept her away from even himself?
Or could he put hope in that his devotion to her would ensure that he, himself, never hurt her? At least... never hurt her again.

"G-good morning, Mr. King!" said a loud voice.

Viktor's gaze snapped up to see the young man standing on the steps before them.
Clearing his throat, he straightened and set Kamilla properly on her feet.
Embarrassed that he hadn't answered her question, Kamilla lowered her gaze as she stepped away.

Viktor's arm around her waist stopped her, bringing her firmly back against him.
"Yes," he said to the young man who, flustered at the unexpected sight of his boss, was nervously adjusting his thick-framed spectacles.

"W-will you be attending the meeting then, Sir?"

Giving the young man a nod, Viktor, led Kamilla up the stairs. “Indeed. Get everything ready in five.”

They went right up to level fifty-five, Viktor’s office floor, Kamilla focusing on not tripping again and Viktor exasperatedly nodding at all the greetings sent their way. He had no idea why the humans who worked for him behaved as though he was a Hollywood star. He was their boss.
The most attractive and most competent CEO there ever was, but still just their boss! There was nothing he could do about how perfect he was, so they just needed to stop behaving like they were a moment away from swooning whenever he appeared.

Finally reaching his office, Viktor gathered his documents as he dialed for someone to tend to Kamilla.

Once the man arrived, it was clear that she wasn’t happy about the idea. Kamilla tried not to glower darkly at the short man before her as he smiled waiting for his first order. She could tell he’d ask how high the moment she said jump. Anything to please their dear Mr. King.

Viktor looked at his watch as he prepared to leave his office. “Kamilla, I shouldn’t be very long. Martin, here, will—”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Viktor,” Kamilla said to him through gritted teeth. “This is a *horrid* way to spend my day!”

“What would you like, dear?” asked the little man, lowering his body subserviently in what looked like a mini bow. His round, red-framed little glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, the only splash of coloring considering that he was bald as an elbow. He looked like a brightly lit lightbulb wearing glasses.

Kamilla gave him a smile and a shake of her head. “Oh, nothing, don’t bother yours—”

“Oh, but there’s plenty you can have!” he interrupted enthusiastically. “Name it! We have cakes, cookies, pies, dumplings—”

“No, I’m really okay, sir.”

“—coffee, tea, pop, juice, water—”

Kamilla shut her eyes. “I said I’m fine!”

The little man blinked. “Ah. Would you care for entertainment then? I am well trained in Tap Dance and Puppetry.”

Kamilla sighed. “No, thank you.”

“Then what about—”

“Look, here, *Rumpelstiltskin*—”

“Okay!” Viktor quickly interrupted, curving an arm around Kamilla’s shoulder to cover her mouth. The cursing she had been about to do would have probably put the little old man in a nursery home, Viktor couldn’t possibly let his employee face such wrath. “Martin, you may leave. Miss. Drew will be perfectly alright on her own.”

The little man blinked in confusion and nodded. “Oh, a-alright then, Sir. Good day, Miss. Good day, Sir.” With a short bow, he turned and left the room.

Viktor glanced back at Kamilla to find her glaring green eyes fixated on him over the hand he had on her mouth.
Shaking his head in disapproval, Viktor sighed. “Were you just about to curse an old human man into his death bed? Shame on you, Kamilla.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Krmf bmff frmff!!”

Viktor frowned and raised his hand. “What’s that?”

“I said I’ll shove my foot so far up your—”

His finger on her mouth silenced her and Viktor’s eyes darkened at the mere feel of her lips against his skin. “Language, little one. Disrespect your King and we’ll have a big problem.”

Feeling wronged, Kamilla pouted. “Not fair. This is no fun.”

Viktor lowered his hand and raised his brows. “Of course work is fun. What would you call fun? Prancing about Cassius with your—”

Kamilla stepped forward and seizing Viktor by the neck, jerked him closer, sealing his lips with hers so she could finally kiss him like she’d been dying to do all this while.
She felt how tense his body got, her sudden attack stunning him into silence. However, it didn’t take too long before his arm slipped inside her coat and curved around her waist to press her tightly against him, his mouth getting firmer, hungrier on hers.

The feel of her against him, the taste of her on his tongue, it was a hundred times better than Viktor even remembered. The unquenchable thirst he’d had within him all this time was finally partially satisfied. Not quenched, but a little satisfied. His thirst for Kamilla would never be quenched. His hunger for her would never end.
His tongue was dominant against hers, delving into the heat of her mouth and tasting all the sweetness she offered as her arms wrapped tighter around his neck.

When she finally pulled away to get a breath, Kamilla was trembling. “That...” she whispered shakily, her mouth curving into a smile so seductive, it made Viktor want to kiss those lips again. “...that’s what I call fun.”

Letting his documents drop out of his hand, Viktor wrapped both hands around Kamilla’s waist and before she could react, lifted her so that her legs immediately wrapped around his hips.
Wide-eyed, Kamilla clutched at his shoulders, her heart racing in excitement. “Viktor... y-your meeting—”

“What?” Viktor questioned, his voice dark and heavy with desire. “You started it.”
Holding her tightly against him, Viktor headed for his office bathroom. “I told you that once I tasted those lips, I wouldn’t be able to stop until we were in my bed.”

Kamilla’s heart thumped and when his mouth curved up in a devilishly sexy smile, she knew he’d felt it. “Now, Kamilla,” Viktor murmured. “Let’s go have *your* fun.”