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sounded out a short laugh before saying, “Don’t worry. I do that all the time.”
I was getting overly self-conscious around her. I shrugged off her attempt to set me at ease and went about cleaning up the mess. When I looked up again, she was back to staring down at her phone. Her notepad was on the counter next to her, so I figured she was taking notes as she reviewed the stalker messages, just like she had done yesterday afternoon. I was about to ask her about it, but got sidelined when Kevin walked into the room with a man I didn’t know.
“Johnny, Amanda,” he called out to get our attention. “This is Agent Carlson with the FBI.”
I reached forward and shook his hand. Amanda hopped down from her stool and came around to greet him.
“Great to meet you, Agent Carlson,” Amanda said. “Thank you for coming.”
She was close enough now that I could reach out and touch her. If I could have my way, I would slide an arm around her waist, cup her cheek with the other hand, and search for the spark of arousal in her eyes. After last night, I wanted to be close enough to breathe in the faint smell of her perfume.
I decided against it. I wasn’t sure what was going on in her head. What could she have been thinking? I was confused, and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. We would talk later, and I could try to feel her out then. I also didn’t want Kevin to get any ideas. He had already made it clear he wanted me to focus. I kept my hands to myself, resisting the powerful urge to touch her.
“Let’s all speak in the living room,” Kevin said. “Agent, can I get you something to eat or drink? There’s a fresh pot of coffee on, if you’d like.”
“Coffee sounds great, thanks,” he replied.
“Johnny, the housekeeper isn’t here yet. Would you mind?” Kevin asked, leading Agent Carlson and Amanda out of the kitchen. They were gone before I could object.
What the hell? Now I was the damn coffee barista? I grumbled all the way to the cupboard with the coffee mugs. And it was my damn fault too. I was the one who refused Kevin’s continued suggestion to keep a live-in housekeeper on staff. Well, if I was the coffee guy, I decided I might as well go all out.
I grabbed a tray from one of the cupboards and loaded it up. I poured the coffee into a white coffee carafe, and added four mugs, cream, sugar, napkins, and stir sticks. By the time I got to the living room, they were well into the conversation. I set the tray on the coffee-table and sat next to Amanda in the sofa, careful to keep enough distance between us.
Agent Carlson had a laptop open on the seat next to him. He referred to it as he raised questions and took notes. It was difficult to focus on most of what he was saying. First, because Amanda and our incredible night together kept playing on repeat in my head. Second, the issue of security was not my area of expertise.
When Amanda reached forward to get a cup of coffee, I stopped her. It was automatic, and didn’t give it any thought before doing it. I gently placed a hand on her arm, and took over pouring a mug of the steaming hot coffee. I held up a sugar packet, and she shook her head. I did the same with the cream, and she nodded. She looked over at me, and she held up her hand when I had put in enough cream. I stirred the coffee slowly, not breaking the eye contact between us. She nodded her thanks when I passed the cup of coffee to her. It felt like we were in our own little world. Except we weren’t.
Kevin cleared his throat and she turned to him and Agent Carlson.
“I’m sorry. Please continue,” Amanda said.
She seemed flustered, furiously scribbling notes with her free hand, as if to make up for my error in judgment. I couldn’t get her attention after that; even when I passed her a napkin. She took it without another glance. I leaned back on the couch and draped my arms across the seat back behind her. My fingers twitched. I was wishing they could rest on Amanda’s
I was getting overly self-conscious around her. I shrugged off her attempt to set me at ease and went about cleaning up the mess. When I looked up again, she was back to staring down at her phone. Her notepad was on the counter next to her, so I figured she was taking notes as she reviewed the stalker messages, just like she had done yesterday afternoon. I was about to ask her about it, but got sidelined when Kevin walked into the room with a man I didn’t know.
“Johnny, Amanda,” he called out to get our attention. “This is Agent Carlson with the FBI.”
I reached forward and shook his hand. Amanda hopped down from her stool and came around to greet him.
“Great to meet you, Agent Carlson,” Amanda said. “Thank you for coming.”
She was close enough now that I could reach out and touch her. If I could have my way, I would slide an arm around her waist, cup her cheek with the other hand, and search for the spark of arousal in her eyes. After last night, I wanted to be close enough to breathe in the faint smell of her perfume.
I decided against it. I wasn’t sure what was going on in her head. What could she have been thinking? I was confused, and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. We would talk later, and I could try to feel her out then. I also didn’t want Kevin to get any ideas. He had already made it clear he wanted me to focus. I kept my hands to myself, resisting the powerful urge to touch her.
“Let’s all speak in the living room,” Kevin said. “Agent, can I get you something to eat or drink? There’s a fresh pot of coffee on, if you’d like.”
“Coffee sounds great, thanks,” he replied.
“Johnny, the housekeeper isn’t here yet. Would you mind?” Kevin asked, leading Agent Carlson and Amanda out of the kitchen. They were gone before I could object.
What the hell? Now I was the damn coffee barista? I grumbled all the way to the cupboard with the coffee mugs. And it was my damn fault too. I was the one who refused Kevin’s continued suggestion to keep a live-in housekeeper on staff. Well, if I was the coffee guy, I decided I might as well go all out.
I grabbed a tray from one of the cupboards and loaded it up. I poured the coffee into a white coffee carafe, and added four mugs, cream, sugar, napkins, and stir sticks. By the time I got to the living room, they were well into the conversation. I set the tray on the coffee-table and sat next to Amanda in the sofa, careful to keep enough distance between us.
Agent Carlson had a laptop open on the seat next to him. He referred to it as he raised questions and took notes. It was difficult to focus on most of what he was saying. First, because Amanda and our incredible night together kept playing on repeat in my head. Second, the issue of security was not my area of expertise.
When Amanda reached forward to get a cup of coffee, I stopped her. It was automatic, and didn’t give it any thought before doing it. I gently placed a hand on her arm, and took over pouring a mug of the steaming hot coffee. I held up a sugar packet, and she shook her head. I did the same with the cream, and she nodded. She looked over at me, and she held up her hand when I had put in enough cream. I stirred the coffee slowly, not breaking the eye contact between us. She nodded her thanks when I passed the cup of coffee to her. It felt like we were in our own little world. Except we weren’t.
Kevin cleared his throat and she turned to him and Agent Carlson.
“I’m sorry. Please continue,” Amanda said.
She seemed flustered, furiously scribbling notes with her free hand, as if to make up for my error in judgment. I couldn’t get her attention after that; even when I passed her a napkin. She took it without another glance. I leaned back on the couch and draped my arms across the seat back behind her. My fingers twitched. I was wishing they could rest on Amanda’s
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