"things you said that I wish you hadn't" I DEMAND JAC AND KAI SHENANIGANS
Kai had grown mildly used to Jac’s presence. The way one does with an ingrown pinky toenail.
Head in hand, scribbling an expense report, he jumped when a gun landed in the middle of his paperwork. Like a spastic squirrel, he scurried back, head snapping up to glare.
Jac grinned and tugged off his gloves with his teeth. “You’re working late.”
“And you’re not working late enough,” Kai grumbled. He nudged the gun with his pencil. “Are you even able to wake up without a gun in your hand?” He tensed when Jac picked it up. His heartbeat trebled when the nose of it swung level with his own.
“Power,” he purred. “I hold lives in my hand when I aim this.” Jac leaned on the desk Kai had been using, lifting the gun but keeping it level with Kai’s chest. “I can let you suffer, or --” it swung upward, aiming at Kai’s forehead, “-- give you peace. Rather heady when you think about it.” He straightened with a smirk as he tucked the gun away in his shoulder holster.
Kai pulled a face. “You know, most people just jerk off.”
Jac grinned. “That’s why I have two hands.”
Kai blinked and then gagged. “Oh, god; you’re disgusting.” He buried his head on his desk. “Ugh, the mental image alone!”
The assassin slid his leather jacket back on. “Let me know when you’d like a . . . personal lesson, Kai.”
He threw his pencil at the man and scowled when he caught it, snapping it with one hand.
“Careful with your toys, Kai,” Jac mused, tossing the two halves on the desk.
Kai continued scowling and waited until the office door shut before he gave a full-body shudder, sticking out his tongue in the process. “Ugh, I feel dirty.” He shivered again. “God, it’s like walking in on your grandparents.”
