Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“It’s okay,” I said before rising to my feet and walking behind him. There was that cologne scent again. I shut the blinds and turned back to them. “Anything else I can do?”
“No more ordering delivery straight to your door. You’re telling every delivery driver in the city where you’re at right now,” Benjamin told me pointedly.
Akio and Andrew shot him hard looks.
I eyed Benjamin, sensing the tension between us. He was so bothered by me for some reason, which annoyed me in turn. I was trying to play nice right now. If he was going to be a dick, I would be difficult again.
“Sorry about that. I was just about to order some breakfast from that cute little diner down the street. Would it be safer if you ran and got it for me?” I asked him with an innocent gleam in my eyes.
Akio smiled to himself as he stared at his shoes.
Andrew chuckled and nudged Benjamin.
“You heard her,” he said.
Benjamin scoffed at Andrew.
“We’re not personal assistants. We’re bodyguards,” he replied.
Andrew shrugged, glancing at me as I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled.
“If she starves to death, we’re out of a job,” he said.
Benjamin dragged his tongue along the top row of his teeth in a way that made my stomach flip. He chuckled lowly as he turned to me.
“Write down your order, princess,” he told me.
I swallowed hard as our eyes locked. I’d pissed him off. I could see it in his eyes, which should’ve scared me, but all I felt was heat flooding through my body. It shouldn’t turn me on so much to get on his bad side.
“Don’t worry. He won’t bite,” Akio murmured to me as he leaned close.
I shifted my eyes to his as our faces lingered merely inches apart. His closeness to me didn’t help how worked up I felt. How in the world was I going to handle these guys around me all the time? They worked me up with a look, a word, or a scent.
“He wishes he could,” I muttered with a light smirk before walking back to the kitchen island to grab my notepad. I tore off the top page with my notes and set it aside, giving me a new page to write my breakfast order on it.
Once I was done, I ripped the note off and walked back over to the three of them, who were murmuring to each other. I cleared my throat to catch their attention, drawing all of their eyes to me. My heart stopped for a second as the weight of their gazes dropped on me.
“Um, here,” I said once I coaxed myself to speak again. I handed the note to Benjamin, who looked down at my swirly handwriting.
“Really? You like frittatas?” Benjamin asked, wrinkling his nose at me.
I gave him a pointed look.
“Yeah, so what?” I replied. I should’ve known he was going to find something petty to complain about.
Benjamin smirked and shook his head.
“Nothing. One frittata and whatever the fuck a caramel macchiato is,” he muttered as he walked out of the apartment.
I turned to Andrew and Akio.
“Did I mess up?” I asked them. Pissing off one of the people who was supposed to protect me from danger probably wasn’t the best idea. If it came down to it, this whole breakfast scheme could make him think twice about saving me from a murderer.
Andrew chuckled.
“No, he just doesn’t like being bossed around,” he told me. “You’re his boss now, though.”
I watched Andrew walk out with a tingly sensation in my stomach. At least we were getting along better for the most part. I didn’t want to kick them out as quickly now. My eyes shifted over to Akio.
“Will you be around when he comes back?” I asked. He seemed to be the peacemaker of the group, so it would definitely help to have him around in case Benjamin came back with an attitude.
Akio cracked a smile and nodded.
“I’ll be right here,” he said as he leaned against the frame of my bed.
Something about him being so close to me sent my mind into a brief frenzy. He was such a smooth talker. I wondered what sweet things he would whisper in my ear if his body pinned mine down to the mattress.
“Good,” I replied before breathing in deeply through my nose. I turned away from him and stood at the kitchen island, trying to busy myself with writing more notes down for my idea, but I could feel his eyes on me. Unless it was all in my head.
Maybe I just wanted his eyes to be on me. Maybe I wanted that fleeting fantasy in my head to come true. If I hadn’t been so sexually deprived for so long, I wouldn’t be so worked up by them. It was easier to shift blame than to accept how much they affected me.