Chaos & the Geek (Grace Grayson Security #1) - Elizabeth Stevens Page 0,31
and looked at me seriously. My stomach clenched and my heart skipped. And it was only doubled when he spoke, his voice fierce and passionate.
“You’re not broken. You’re all the more amazing because you kept going. If you need anything – anything – I’m here for you, okay?”
I could only nod as he searched my eyes and I hoped he couldn’t tell my heart was fluttering madly. Finally, he seemed happy with my answer.
He kissed my forehead much like Patrick was wont to do, then reached behind me and turned the taps off.
“You want to go first, or shall I?”
I looked up at him in panic.
“Well, we’re going to want to get out of these wet clothes. There are plenty of towels, but I assume you want to go one at a time. I’ve been told I have a cute arse, but you might feel self-conscious about me seeing yours.”
I smiled and swatted him with his shirt. “You can go first then. I’ll close my eyes.”
His grin was totally swoon-worthy. “I’ll forgive you if you peek.” His eyes trailed down my body quickly, he winked, then got out of the shower.
I am slightly ashamed to admit I did peek a little and he did in fact have just as nice an arse in nothing as he did in his suit pants. He put his shirt in the sink and turned on the tap. Then he waited in my room with the door closed while I struggled off my wet clothes, dropped them with his in the bath, dried off and wrapped a towel around me. I turned the sink tap off and opened the bathroom door.
“I don’t need babysitting,” I said to him when I saw him sitting on my bed, looking at his phone. Although, I didn’t hate that he was still there.
“No. You don’t. I just didn’t want you to feel abandoned.”
My heart warmed unnervingly. “Oh…”
“You right to get to sleep?”
“Have you eaten?”
He grinned at me. “You know I haven’t.”
“I’ll get dressed and join you?”
He nodded and stood up. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Just before he left, I said, “Kit?”
He turned and I forced my eyes off the way the towel hung low on his hips. “Yeah?”
“Maybe… Maybe Tank could teach me self-defence?”
He looked me over carefully and I wondered what was going through his head. “Will you let me?” he finally asked.
My chest fluttered. I’d read enough trashy romances where those sorts of training moments turn sexual. But I hadn’t met Tank despite all the stories I’d heard of him – he was the huge monster out of them, rampaging through everything and scaring even the hardened terrorists – and I trusted Kit.
So I nodded. “Of course.”
A smile lit his face. “Great. I’ve got most of Saturday off, shall we start then?”
I nodded again. “Sure.”
“Okay. I’ll see you out there in a bit. Want a whiskey?”
I smiled softly. “Yeah, thanks.”
He gave one nod and headed out while I got changed.
8
Kit
I’d woken up to hear noises in the kitchen.
I rolled over and saw it was barely seven on my alarm clock – not that I ever used it as an alarm. I frowned and pulled myself out of bed. I stumbled out of my room to see Amber in the kitchen in nothing but one of my huge bath sheets, her wet hair tumbling around her shoulders and a flash of red at her shoulders. I stood outside the kitchen and just watched her. I don’t think I’d ever seen her with her hair down. Not in…at least ten years.
She was cooking and…was she dancing?
Yes. As she was moving around the kitchen, she looked like she was singing to herself as she was swaying her hips. She was the most relaxed I’d seen her…ever.
“Morning,” I rasped.
And that wasn’t just desire’s effect on me. My brain might have worked as soon as I was awake, my voice box less so.
She jumped and turned, her hand flying to her chest. She looked me over and her lips parted. For a moment, I was convinced she was thinking what I was thinking. There was a flash of something very like desire on her face and something deep in me felt it. Then she huffed self-deprecatingly and I felt like I must have still been dreaming.
“Hi. I…uh…” She looked around and waved the spatula in her other hand. “I thought I’d… For last night…” She coloured and looked down.