The water shoots free from the faucet overhead, and I grumble under my breath as I revel in the chilly water. Now I’m wishing I had gone to sleep in the room with my aunt and uncle. I feel like such an idiot all the time with him. Either he’s sending mixed signals or I can’t read signals at all. Either way, I’m sick of it. He’s an Arayan, so it’s not like it was going to go very far anyway.
I’d still like to find out how he is in the bedroom though. It’d be hot to find those soft lips in places less innocent than my forehead.
I hear glass shattering from inside the kitchen area, and I roll my eyes.
Damn he’s clumsy.
C
hapter 6
Fed Up and Frustrated
I wake up, alone in the bed where he never joined me - no surprise. I walk into the living area to see Jase curled up on the couch with his phone beside him.
I remember him staying up late, making calls, but I hadn’t thought about him sleeping in here. I would have given him the bed. It is his room after all.
I tiptoe over to the coffeemaker, and I quietly use my stealth training to start the brewing without waking him up. Fortunately, the coffeemaker is just as quiet as I am.
The dark blue shirt of his that I’m wearing dangles loosely, falling just below my ass, hiding the essentials. This is the second shirt of his I've had to wear since we got here. I’m hoping my aunt took it upon herself to buy me some clothes, considering I can’t leave the room while looking like this. Everyone here would think something’s going on, when clearly there's never going to be.
I huff as I stare at his wonderful body stretched out. My heart pounds as my eyes rest on his bare chest and sculpted abdomen. He looks even better than I imagined. I’m sure that will fuel my new fantasies of things to never come.
His phone buzzes beside him, and I jump as it rattles my ears. I look around, trying to decide if I should hide or not, but his eyes catch mine as I turn back. He lets a small smirk escape, and then he pulls the phone to his ear.
“This is Jase,” he murmurs through a yawn.
“Just letting you know we’re heading out to check on the ambush area. We’re sending in the drones first, Sir.”
Why are they telling him?
His eyes widen a little, and he walks out to the balcony before shutting the soundproof door.
Well fine then.
He’s so fucking hard to understand. First, he acts like he’s going to kiss me, and then he avoids me like the plague for the rest of the night. He’s shifting gears so fast that my motor is ready to blow the fuck up.
“Hey,” he says while walking back through the door.
“Hey,” I murmur in a grouchy manner while grabbing a cup from overhead. “Want some coffee?”
“Coffee would be amazing. Thanks,” he sighs out as if he’s hiding something from me.
I turn to face those pale, secretive eyes, and then he walks toward me like he’s finally going to do something to put me out of my misery. His hands squeeze my sides, and my head tilts back so that my lips are ready for his, should he man up.
Instead, he smirks again while pushing me to the side, and then he pulls a spoon out of the drawer behind me while grabbing his cup of coffee and the cream.
Damn asshole.
I swear I could get naked and spread my legs right in front of him, and he would still deny me. I knew I wasn’t as pretty as my mother, but damn, you’d think he find me at least a little bit attractive. I may not be worship-worthy material, but I’m definitely fuckable.
He drops his glass to the ground as he spews coffee all over the cabinets. I roll my eyes while hopping down and pulling out a towel to clean up the mess.
“It’s not that damn hot,” I huff out while kneeling down to start wiping up the spill.
“Oh yes it is,” he says with an air of mystery, his hand clasping his throat as if he’s choking.
He drops to the floor to start picking up several pieces of glass, and we finish at the same time. I hear the clanking as he drops the shards into the trash, and then I walk off to toss the towel in the laundry just as someone buzzes the box beside the door.
