Smiling at her joke on the surface, but grimacing on the inside, Milo quietly handed her the computer. "You don't need to apologize little dove, she's just reminding me to put work before play." Lifting the laptop's lid as he set it down, it came to the password screen just waiting for his input. Typing it out for her, he let her have at the machine as he walked into the kitchen. Leaning against the counter he checked to make sure she couldn't see him from the room. He ran his fingers through his hair vigorously.<i>What are you doing you horny bastard? You've got a job to do that you are being paid for. You aren't here to play around with the local women. </i>Catching his own thought, he realized his body reacted to her unlike any woman he'd been with before. It wasn't just lust. He didn't just want to get her into bed, than never talk to her again. Her presence was something he craved, like a drug he never realized he was addicted too.<br/><br/>The water from the sink was a bitter cold as he splashed it on his face. Milo didn't know quite what was going on with him.<i>Is it a decent case of infatuation? </i>He thought to himself that could likely be the case. She was damn beautiful, easy to be around, and her shared interest just melted his resolve. Even the man who had specifically hired him for this job gave him vibes he wasn't use to, but these ones weren't nearly as happy as the ones he got from Xiao Yu. He had no reason to hate the man, what he did with his free time, and the women unlucky enough to fall for him wasn't Milo's problem. He hadn't been much better, leaving a trail of cold beds behind him. He never stuck to one woman, although he didn't necessarily cheat like Yi Long had. Even then, he'd worked for shadier men, much more dangerous men.<br/><br/>Grabbing some tea leaves and boiling some water, he stayed in the kitchen. The moment seemed to have pass rather smoothly, but it definitely felt odd of him to not go in there, and take her right there. But this wasn't just a piece of ass, this wasn't just another one night stand. Something deep inside him made him want to make anything between them truly special, not a robust night that would be forgotten within the next week. He'd had a crush or two when he was a kid, like everyone else, but this was new. It was different. Even with everything he could think of to help him make sense of it, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Although he assumed he'd enjoy a night in her company, his body told him to enjoy her company, everywhere. Like a privilege, something he was doing he really shouldn't have been. It was almost like she was a cookie jar, and he wanted a cookie right now, but it was only oatmeal raisin, but if he stayed with the jar, it'd become chocolate chip.<i>Cookie analogies? That's what you are concerned about right now? </i>he scolded himself again.<br/><br/>Taking to two cups into the bedroom, the steaming smell of fresh tea flooded his nose with a pure earthy joy. Although she seemed to be buried in the computer, he sat himself next to her again, struggling to not spill any tea as he scooted up to the woman. Sitting back against the back, he tried to look at the screen. He wasn't necessarily avoiding her face, but he didn't want to risk falling into another one of her kisses. Not yet anyway. She was obviously thinking into something he doubt he'd find so easily without her expertise, and he couldn't let a good night ruin a better paycheck. Even though he'd already despised working for the arrogant Yi Long, it was still in his interest to make some progress and to keep his job.