Milo sat very straight in the chair, his hands resting flat on his knees, deliberately trying to hide his nervousness.
He didn't know why Alben made him feel so uncomfortable. He felt as if the man were trying to devour him whole, despite how humble Alben looked.
Alben let out a short chuckle, swirling the whiskey in his glass. He smiled wider, sensing the tension radiating from the young man.
"You don't look so good, sweetie. Scared of me? Or…" He leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee, his eyes glinting with a flirtatious gaze.
"Or are you just too busy with your own company now? You know, if that company ever starts stressing you out, you can always come spend some time at my house. I have plenty of ways to help you relax. You've gotten so handsome since you became a billionaire."
Milo's cheeks flushed a sudden, uncomfortable red. The flirtation wasn't gentle like usual. It felt heavy and predatory, an open attempt to throw him off balance.
