Page 59 of Unsuitable

I’d like to say that I’m unaffected by that as well, but I’m totally not.

I’m squirming, and I’m hot in places that haven’t been hot in a very long time.

“Well, thank you for taking care of me,” I manage to say. “And for the loan of the T-shirt. I’ll wash it.”

He lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. “Would you like some coffee? Something to eat?” he offers as he gets up from his seat, taking his plate and cup along with my empty water glass.

I nearly fall off my chair in shock. “Um…coffee would be great. Thank you.”

I watch him pour us each a coffee. Then, he adds milk to mine. I didn’t even realize that he knew how I took my coffee.

He puts my drink down in front of me and then sits back in his seat across from me, holding his drink in his hand. “You should eat something. I’m guessing you have the hangover from hell?”

I watch him take a sip of his coffee.

“I’ve felt better.” I offer a small smile. “But I don’t think I can manage anything at the moment.”

I curl my hands around my cup and lift it to my mouth, taking a small sip.

God, it tastes good. He makes damn good coffee.

I put the cup down, keeping my hands around it. I look him in the eye.

He’s already watching me. The look in his eyes seems curious. Like I’m a puzzle that he can’t figure out.

I wonder if my eyes reflect the same. Because I honestly cannot figure him out.

He exudes this harsh exterior, but beneath all of that is a guy who will get in his car and drive to London to pick up his drunk employee, bring her back to his home, and take care of her.

Warmth spreads across my chest.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday. Calling you when I was drunk. The things I said…” I briefly close my eyes in embarrassment as the words flood back to me. “Passing out in your car. You having to take care of me. I am so, so sorry. And I know I acted like a complete idiot, and I deserve to be fired, but I really, really need this job.” I lean forward, putting my arms on the table, and I clasp my hands together. “And, I swear to you, what happened yesterday will never happen again. Never, ever.”

“Why did you go out to a bar alone and get drunk?”

His question throws me.

“Um…because, I’m stupid.”

“You’re far from stupid, Daisy. Although getting that drunk while alone in a bar was a pretty stupid thing to do.”

“There was a compliment in there, right?” I smile, and his lip twitches.

But his face quickly goes back to serious. “Anything could’ve happened to you. You get that, right?”

He was…concerned about me?

Well, color me surprised.

“Yes. It was stupid. I was just—”

“Trying to numb the pain.”

That shoots my eyebrows up. I knew Kas was smart, but I never took him for perceptive. Especially when it comes to me. Honestly, I thought he was ignorant to everything having to do with Daisy Smith.

“You said something about your brother last night…” he adds, letting his words hang.

So, apparently, he’s not that ignorant.