"things you said that I wish you hadn't" I DEMAND JAC AND KAI SHENANIGANS
Kai had grown mildly used to Jacâs presence. The way one does with an ingrown pinky toenail. Â
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. âYouâre working late.â
âAnd youâre not working late enough,â Kai grumbled. He nudged the gun with his pencil. âAre you even able to wake up without a gun in your hand?â He tensed when Jac picked it up. His heartbeat trebled when the nose of it swung level with his own.
âPower,â he purred. âI hold lives in my hand when I aim this.â Jac leaned on the desk Kai had been using, lifting the gun but keeping it level with Kaiâs chest.  âI can let you suffer, or --â it swung upward, aiming at Kaiâs forehead, â-- give you peace. Rather heady when you think about it.â He straightened with a smirk as he tucked the gun away in his shoulder holster.
Kai pulled a face.  âYou know, most people just jerk off.â
Jac grinned.  âThatâs why I have two hands.â
Kai blinked and then gagged.  âOh, god; youâre disgusting.â  He buried his head on his desk.  âUgh, the mental image alone!â
The assassin slid his leather jacket back on.  âLet me know when youâd like a . . . personal lesson, Kai.â
He threw his pencil at the man and scowled when he caught it, snapping it with one hand. Â
âCareful with your toys, Kai,â Jac mused, tossing the two halves on the desk. Â
Kai continued scowling and waited until the office door shut before he gave a full-body shudder, sticking out his tongue in the process.  âUgh, I feel dirty.â He shivered again.  âGod, itâs like walking in on your grandparents.â












