Same, same but different!

Part 9

She grabs the contract from his hands and sits down.

Kıvılcım: Where do I sign?

He leans over. His scent lingers, something sharp beneath. She doesn't look up.

Ömer: Page 3 and 5.

She flips to the pages and signs with practiced detachment. She feels Ömer's breath near her. She feels him sniffing her hair. Her breath hitch.

Kıvılcım: There. Done.

But before Kıvılcım could get up Ömer traps her in the chair, placing both hands on her side.

Kıvılcım: What are you doing?

Ömer: I think we should talk about what happened.

Kıvılcım: I don't want to talk about it. It was a mistake and it should've never happened.

Ömer: A mistake? That's not what you were saying when your hands were in my hair and you were moaning my name.

Kıvılcım's cheeks flushed. She pushes Ömer hard and he stumbles back. She gets up from the chair grabbing her handbag.

Kıvılcım: You're disgusting!

Ömer: Am I? Then why are you blushing, Kıvılcım?

Kıvılcım tries to leave. Ömer mirrors her, stepping forward, blocking her path.

Kıvılcım: Move!

Ömer: No!

Kıvılcım's gaze hardens. She looks at Ömer expressionless.

Kıvılcım: Move or I'll make you move!

He studies her, not smiling, not taunting. His voice is quiet, dark with something deeper than lust. Need. He steps even closer, leaving space between them.

Ömer: You are so infuriating.

Kıvılcım: And you are not?

Ömer closes the space between them, his eyes never leaving hers. He brings his lips closer to hers but he doesn't kiss her. He just let his lips rest there. Kıvılcım's breathing becomes heavy. Her cheeks has turned red.

Ömer (whispering against Kıvılcım's lips) Do you know Kıvılcım hanım, I'm so attracted to you?

Kıvılcım (whispering against Ömer's lips): To bad because I'm not attracted to you at all Ömer bey. I don't even like you.

Ömer raises his eyebrows.

Ömer: Is that so? You're lucky we have a building full of people, otherwise I would've thrown you on my desk and show you just how much you're attracted to me hanım.

Kıvılcım's face has turned pale. She steps back moving quickly to leave Ömer's office, but as she was about to step out Ömer speaks.

Ömer: Coward.

Kıvılcım turns around angry.

Kıvılcım: What did you say idiot? You're the coward.

Kıvılcım leaves Ömer's office, hot and bothered. On top of that she was angry. Which is not a good combination.

Bar

The lights are low, the music sultry and jazzy, the clink of glasses and the murmur of laughter surrounding them. Kıvılcım and Fatma sit at a high table near the bar. Fatma is sipping on a gin and tonic, while Kıvılcım glares into her wine like it insulted her mother.

Fatma: That's your second drink.

Kıvılcım (dryly): I said "one drink." This is still technically "one drink"... just refilled... twice.