Cassian silently observed Cixi's back as she stood there with phone pressed to her ear, and her voice trembled despite her efforts to stay steady. From where he sat, he could still smell her arousal. He could still taste her.
Slowly, he lifted his fingers, brushing them over his lower lip. A soft hiss escaped his teeth. The little vixen had bitten him in the same spot as the day before. A fearful kitten trying to play the part of a tigress.
Though his gaze darkened, his expression remained composed as he listened to her conversation unfold. "I found someone who can help us," Officer Bill said on the phone.
Knowing what Bill was about to say, Cixi interrupted him. "Can I call you back later? I am out and busy," she snapped.
There was a brief pause on the other end. "Oh!" Bill's voice took on a sheepish tone. "Sure, sure. Enjoy yourself!" He then disconnected the call.
As the connection dropped, silence fell over the room, which felt more intense and thicker than before.
