The Love Deception |Taekook

Chapter 8

"Kim, I'm talking to you."
Lost in thought, he hummed again, that damn noise sounding all hushed
and masculine. And annoying, I reminded myself.
I swallowed the lump that had just magically appeared in my throat.
Then, he finally spoke, "Is that all you've got?"
He absently placed his laptop on my desk. Right beside mine. My eyes
narrowed.

"Eight a.m. Meet and greet." One bulky arm flew in front of my face,
pointing at my screen.
I plastered my body to the backrest of my chair, watching his biceps
flex under the fabric of the plain button-down he wore.
Taehyung continued reading out loud from my screen, pointing with his
finger at every item, "Nine a.m. An introduction to InTech's business
strategies."
My eyes traveled all the way up to his shoulder.
"Ten a.m. Coffee break ... until eleven a.m. That will require large
amounts of coffee. Eleven a.m. Pre-lunch activities. Not specified."
I surprised myself, noticing how his arm filled out the sleeve perfectly
and completely, his muscles snuggled into the thin fabric and not leaving
much space for imagination.

"Noon. Lunch break ... until two p.m. Quite the banquet. Oh, and
there's another coffee break at three p.m." That arm I had been focused on
halted in the air and then dropped.
Flushed, I reminded myself that I wasn't here to gawk at him. Or the
muscles I noticed beneath his boring clothes.
"This is worse than I thought. Why didn't you say anything?"

I snapped out my trance, looking up at him. "Excuse me, what?" Taehyung tilted his head, and then something seemed to catch his attention.

My gaze followed his hand across my desk.
"An event like this one," he said. Then, he picked up one of the pens I
had scattered around. "You have never planned one. And you don't seem to know how." He dropped it in my cactus-shaped pencil cup.
"I have some experience with workshops," I muttered as I followed his fingers repeating the action with a second pen. "But just for colleagues,
never for prospective clients." Then a third one. "Excuse me, what do you
think you are doing?"

"Okay," he answered simply, grabbing my favorite pencil, one that was
pink, topped with a feather in the same bright color. He looked at it
strangely, his brows arching up. "It's not ideal, but it's a start." He pointed
at me with the pencil. "This?Seriously?"

I snagged it out of his hand. "It cheers me up." I dropped it in the cup.
"Does it offend your tastes, Mr. Robot?"
Taehyung didn't answer. Instead, his hands went for a couple of folders I
had piled up-okay, fine, they had been rather dropped down somewhere- to my right. "I know my way around events like this one," he said, picking them up and squaring them on a corner of my desk.

"I organized a couple before coming to work for InTech." He followed that up with going for my planner, which had been lying upside down somewhere in the mess that I was starting to realize was my working space. He held it in his paw-sized hands. "We just need to work fast; there's not much time to put everything together."

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
"We?" I ripped my planner out of his hold. "There's no we here," I
scoffed. "And would you please leave my stuff alone? What are you even
trying to accomplish?"
His furtive hand moved again, going around the back of my chair.

Taehyung was almost sandwiching me between the desk and my chair as his head hovered above mine, his eyes roaming around my things.
I waited for my answer, watching his profile and trying really hard not
to acknowledge the warmth I felt radiating off his body.
"There's no way you can focus; your desk is all cluttered," he finally
told me in a matter-of-fact tone. "So, I'm fixing it."
My mouth was hanging open. "I could focus just fine until you got
here."

"Can I see the attendee list Jeff drafted?" His fingers flew over the keys of my laptop, opening a window.
All the while, I felt my body growing ... warm. Uncomfortable. But at least he had stopped touching all my things.
"Oh, here it is." He seemed to scan the document as I just stared at his
profile, starting to feel overwhelmed by his proximity.
Jesus.