Julius felt the heat of the alcohol and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He wasn't afraid anymore. The fear had turned into something sharper, something more dangerous.
He reached up and slowly began to undo the buttons of his suit jacket. He let the jacket slide off his shoulders, letting it hit the floor in a heap. He started on the buttons of his white shirt, moving with an agonizing slowness.
"You like watching me, don't you?" Julius asked. His voice was low, laced with a taunt that made Harrison's eyes darken even further. "You've been doing it for months. Watching me work. Watching me with Helen. Always hiding in the shadows."
"Is this what you wanted, Harrison?" Julius challenged, stepping closer into the center of the room. "To finally get me behind a locked door? To see if I'm as easy to break as you think I am?"
Harrison's jaw tightened. "You talk too much, Julius."
