“You’re precious,” he says, shifting his attention from the mixer to me. “I’m so glad you came home with me.” Lifting a hand, he beckons, so I inch toward him, fluttering slightly when his gentle fingers cup my cheek.
This is it. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace for the worst.
The “worst” being a gentle kiss on my forehead. Barely a graze of his lips against my skin. His touch slips away, and by thetime I find the strength to peek at him, he’s stretching his arms above his head, baring rippling pectorals that battle the confines of his t-shirt. “I better head to the gym and get my afternoon sets done before tonight.” Crossing an arm over his body, he presses into another stretch while he rolls his neck back. “You’ll let me know if you need anything, won’t you?”
I don’t think there’s a single thing I could possibly need or want after our shopping trip yesterday, but I nod anyway.
His gaze homes in on me, lingering. “I mean it,” he warns. “If you need anything at all, tell me. I’ll take care of you. I want to. I love seeing you happy like this.”
More flutters. “Thank you, King.”
He grins, rustling my hair before he strides away.
Dazed, I watch him go, then I shake my head, remember I have dough kneading, and check to see that it’s come together. I need to get it ready to rise… I need to…
Lukaswantsto take care of me.
The thought returns, harder and louder, so I shake my head again, dump the dough on the counter, and tell myself not to mess with my hair before I hand knead the last bits into an elastic round.
Lukas’s weird behavior doesn’t concern me. It does not matter to me what millionaires do with their spare time or what wild hobbies consume them. I am just trying to survive the insane hiring process I seem to have fallen into.
I smile as I shape my loaves.
And I’m doing a great job.
