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Mio nodded. “Yes, it would probably have been very boring for him.”
“Probably.”
Damn it, I should have asked Dec, he’d been at the gym when we arranged this.
Contrary to what I had just told Emilio, I bet he would have enjoyed the evening.
Then Sad was back and sombre moody Emilo was replaced by jovial El Animal once more.
Chapter Eight
Kat
Itried my best not to spill the two large black coffees all over myself as I balanced them and a box of donuts in one hand, trying to push the button to call the elevator.
“Here, let me.” The deep, silky voice from right behind me made me flinch hard, and the tiniest drop of hot liquid landed on my hand.
“Ouch,” I hissed, more out of shock than pain.
“Good morning, Kat. Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Roy stared at me wide-eyed, as if he expected me to lash out at him.
I hated that look on his face with all my heart.
What’s going on?
I pushed the box into his hands to get a better hold of the little cardboard cup holder. His nose flared and a timid smile replaced the look of horror.
That’s better.
“Donuts?” he asked quietly, even though I was sure he knew perfectly well what was in the flat, square box. A dozen maple glazed donuts, his favourite kind, and two large coffees. A vanilla latte, and an Americano for him. It had become one of our little rituals whenever we had a meeting together. I loved watching him inhale his six donuts on the spot.
He was ripped, all bulging muscles under the soft, plushy fur. I bet he burned all those calories just from existing. Seeing him enjoy something so thoroughly was…hot. Hotter than I cared to admit.
Every time, I had to ask him to finish my half a dozen donuts. I capped out at two, sometimes three. Roy always took one for the team, bless him. He also insisted on ordering massive plates of sushi for lunch. I made sure not to acknowledge the wide grin exposing his sharp canines when he always ordered at least two tiger rolls, one for each of us.
He did so with a look of pure mirth in his yellow eyes. It was the only time I got to see who I thought he was under that mask he kept in place.
Roy followed me to my office, put the box down on my desk, then turned to get the coffees from me. He plopped his large frame down on my visitor’s chair, groaning slightly. On closer inspection, he looked dead on his feet.
“Are you all right, Roy?” After hanging up my coat on the rack behind the door, I walked around my desk and picked up my latte.
“I went out with friends last night.” He raised his takeaway cup at me and drank deeply.
“Gin?”
He raised his gaze to mine, both eyebrows arching over his eyes.
“You mentioned you liked gin when we talked with your brother.”
“Wow, you’re perceptive.” The upper corner of his mouth curled in a minuscule smirk.
I shrugged. “It’s what makes me so good at my job.”
I’d always been empathetic and inquisitive, and noticed more than most people, to the extent my parents had been freaked out when I foretold our neighbour’s divorce at eight, and the death of my grandfather a couple of years later.
“Yeah, it totally was gin. A shit ton of it, too. Eight or ten gin and tonics, if I had to hazard a guess, I wasn’t counting.” He massaged his brow, and drank some more of his coffee.
“We can take it easy today,” I suggested and earned myself a grateful, dazzling smile from Roy.
