--Aki--

Its no surprise that Shane is quite clumsy sometimes, he does nothing but paperwork and some negotiating. Being the brain of the company, he never actually required any leg or hand works, so shouldn't it be obvious that he messed up my entire kitchen within a matter of 20 minutes?

" I'm not surprise..." I burst a small giggle as I peak my head in, his miserable stand. Like a guilty puppy, I couldn't help but take notice at his poor eyes, no one could ever imagine a buffed, alpha male like him could be such obedient child before a beta male like me.

This time, I hold onto my laughter. Shane, scratching at the back of his head, stutters,

" D-don't judge!"

I stand still there, watching Shane hides his embarrassment away, avoiding my funny gaze.

" And you also messed up the floor..."

No reply from him, even though his ears and neck turn pinkish in their color, I take notice and step in, lifting my feet once in a while over spilled milk.

" What were you trying to make?" saying softly while settling my bare arms around his broad neck, at the same time, kissing his shy nape. One kiss, two kisses....over and over again, spawning on him like a five years old kid, waiting to be feed by daddy. Maybe I am, in some way, a five years old kid waiting to be feed by single daddy here, though I thought last night would be enough for both of us. Not for me, I guess, how about him? I mumble in my head, as my fingers search for the lower region.

"Would you stop it already?!"

Likewise, I stop,

"What?" My tone fluctuates,

Shane looks at my contradicting eyebrows for a while then moves down to my Irish eyes.

"W-well they said put the flour and water then the butter but I didn't know how much you suppose to put cause all they said is a little bit and then...I just try to -take the pan...and fucking- get the....ruler-and-search-but"

Shane is so cute when he tries to be less guilty. I couldn't stop smiling and that apparently pissing him off even more.

"Don't mock me!" his deep voice fluctuates into a high pitch one, making this weird whining sound.

" Shhhshhshh" I put my index between his irritated lips, inching my mouth closer to his steaming breathe and lay a light kiss on his trembling frown. I reluctantly pull back then starts at the initial point again, hands reaching to his back, vexing his endurance. Yes, I am well aware of his member.

" Pancake is it?"

I swift from his embrace and expose my bare legs from his rear view, swinging slightly my hips from left to right and inching myself, exposing more of my nakedness. Frown in his stare, I continue on searching for the pancake powder nevertheless, in spite of my chaotic heart beats.

"There we go!" I groan, then turns to him, glancing for the pan, two of which had been dried free of it's steel.

"How-" I pause, and carry on.

Grabbing one that is less more tortured, and a bowl as well, pouring milk and the powder then mixing it together, while Shane, standing there, dumbfounded. Again, I burst out laughing. Mixing, mixing, and humming, my hips sway back and forth, I divert my eyes from Shane's gaze, he's staring too much! I was expose and all, and somehow I'm cool with that before, but now, Shane is too inappropriate considering his status and position.

"Stop.." I mumble, walking back and forth at the stove and the counter.

I try to focus on the pancake once in a while. However this forsaken, goddamn coquetry that he's doing, the burning sensation on my body as he eyes me up and down, feeling conscious of all my nooks and crannies. My butt, my chest, my nipples, are they to his liking? Stop! I scream in my head, yet the throbbing sensation persists, more or less, it escalates. Burning and burning, until I drip a hot mess without even his warm touch imprinting on my trembling skin, or having to impregnate my uterus so violently. I can't be getting hard in front of him, I will die of embarrassment. So there forth, I stop, my muscles tense up.

"Will you stop that!" I pout, glaring at him

" What did I do?"

He slyly snares at my figure. This better be not pay back for edging him on five minutes ago. Damn karma.

"Is it that you're hard?" His greedy grin, I inch closer to the counter, somehow think that might escape me from his dirty vision.

"You know that's cheating."

"How come?"

I turn my face to the counter, eluding my blushes from his judgement.