because he’s in my bedroom. He clearly saw my kitchen when he let himself inside my place. I’m not going to ask how he pulled that off, because he partially cleaned my room for Christ’s sake.
I toss the blanket back and swing my legs over the side of the bed. Vaughn lets out a string of curses before he stands up and stomps from my room. He slams the door behind him and for once he’s actually pissed about something.
“What is your problem? You broke into my place!” I yell at the closed door.
“You need to put some clothes on, sweet thing.”
I gasp and look down to see that I’m naked.
This is how I normally sleep since I live alone. Except for the week I spent on the island and I wore pajamas. I hated it and it felt awkward. At the time I was in Vaughn’s house and I didn’t think it would be polite. It’s a place I’m missing right about now, but how could I not? It’s on an island where I didn't have a care in the world and my biggest worry was if I had enough sunscreen on.
I put my hands on my face and groan at being seen naked. And the stupid name he calls me. I’m not sweet to him. I’m actually rude when all he’s been is nice. He took me to find my sister but I was so on edge that first day about getting to her and he just kept on with the smirks and small jokes. In the moment I couldn't find anything worth joking about so I got mad at him for nothing. It didn't help that my body had an instant attraction to him. That is not in my plan. Vaughn is not the kind of guy I’m going to fall for.
I get up from my bed and find something to wear from the neatly stacked pile of clothes Vaughn made. I go to the bathroom to get myself together because as much as I tell myself Vaughn is not the man for me, I still don’t want to look like a hot mess with dragon breath.
A few minutes later I walk out of my bathroom to find him in my kitchen. Cleaning.
“What are you doing?” I lean up against the wall to watch him and he turns, handing me a coffee. It’s made how I like it, but he would know. I lived with him for a week and though Vaughn is laidback, he doesn’t miss a thing. “Wait. Why are you here?” That’s what I really should have asked the moment he almost gave me a heart attack.
“It’s not safe.” I heard that song and dance already and I thought we got that all worked out.
“Aren't there two guards outside my place?” I point toward the door.
My sister’s new husband planted them there as part of our agreement for me to live in London until school finishes. She went off and got married and then bumped her head and lost her memory before being swept away to a fancy private island owned by her billionaire husband. Oh, and his two brothers. One of whom is standing in my kitchen doing dishes because I don’t have a dishwasher. I barely have a fridge since it’s such a tiny flat.
“It’s better if someone is close and inside your home,” he says over his shoulder as he washes the one plate and two bowls in my sink. “Don’t even say it.”
“What?” I defend, but we both know what I’m going to say.
“One of them isn't hanging out in here with your naked ass running around.”
“I can wear clothes.”
He leans up against the counter to stare at me and his eyes roam over my body. I slid on shorts and now I’m thinking I should have gone with sweatpants. I don’t know how he does it but when he looks at me like that my whole body tingles.
“I’ll get food.” He points toward the living room. “Study.” I glance over to my coffee table where all my books are scattered. “You’re almost there, sweet thing. I’m going to make sure you cross the finish line.”
“I can cross it on my own.” I fold my arms over my chest, and it’s then I realize I didn't put on a bra. To keep the bottom floor of the complex warm, it means cranking up the heat, so us upstairs tenants bake and I’m used to wearing as little as possible to