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“Since when do you two work together?”
“Jax has a...unique skill set that he’s using to help me with a project.”
“Jax?” I ask, wavering. What Baxter’s saying makes sense but something doesn’t sit right with me.
“He’s right, Princess.” He doesn’t meet my eyes. He’s lying. And he called me Princess whilst doing it.
“What did you want to say?” Rebel asks me, drawing my attention back to the other guys in the room. They’re all watching me closely, except Jax, who still won’t meet my gaze.
“I-nothing. Start the film,” I say, deflated. The moment’s gone and it doesn’t feel right. There’s something going on with Jax and Baxter; but what?
We watch the film with the lights out, but I barely pay attention. It’s a relief when the bell goes to signal that the food is here, but my heart rate spikes at the thought of having to answer the door.
“Do you have your phone on you, Raven?” Jax asks, watching me closely. I nod and pass it to him. “This app here,” he presses a button on my home screen I hadn’t really noticed before now, “takes you to the front door camera. You can see who’s there without having to open the door. I’ll talk you through the rest of the security tomorrow.” He shows me the delivery guy standing on the doorstep, raising his hand impatiently to ring again. “I’ll get it. Guys, get plates,” he orders and everyone springs into action, leaving me alone in the lounge for a moment.
They soon pile back in and we tuck in. It’s hard to withhold orgasmic groans of delight with how good the food tastes. I feel all eyes in the room on me and my cheeks heat.
“What?” I say defensively after swallowing.
“Do you have to make those sounds?” Rebel groans.
“Yes! Hospital and hotel food is shit. This is food of the gods.”
“Hey!” Baxter cuts in with a mock pout. “That was a five star hotel!”
“It was a lovely hotel, I’m not debating that. But the food was shit. Always is in hotels.”
“I don’t understand your logic,” he argues.
“It’s not a starred restaurant. It’s a hotel. If the chef was any good, he’d have his own restaurant and not be cooking scrambled egg on toast for tourists.” I shrug.
“It is a starred restaurant,” Baxter insists. I bite back a smirk because I’m totally fucking with him, but he’s rising to my bait. “It’s Michelin starred!”
“Whatever,” I shrug again. “This is better than anything you’ve fed me all week.”
“Ungrateful brat!” He laughs.
“Snob!” I retort before returning to my food. It’s insanely good. I’m not even tempted to try the others’ food; I’m enjoying mine that much. I catch the amused glances of the other guys and wonder what has them so entertained.
After dinner, I’m quick to polish off the rest of Ace’s cookies. I share a few, but mostly scoff the lot. I’ve been starved of his culinary genius for far too long, so I don’t really apologise for my behaviour. Another film goes on but I can’t concentrate at all. I have all this pent-up nervous energy that’s making me jig.
Eventually someone gets annoyed with me so Thorn pauses the film and Rebel flicks the light on again.
“Out with it,” Rebel barks.
“Wh-what?” I stammer, blinking at the sudden change of plans.
“Something has your panties all in a twist, Princess, and I want it out in the room so that we can deal with it together,” comes his no-nonsense reply.
“I…” the words die in my throat and my hands twist in the hem of my top.
“I’ll beat it out of you,” Rebel threatens. His comment is so out of the blue that my jaw drops.
“Wh-what did you say?” My eyes are wide in disbelief but other parts of me are heating up.
“You heard me. Out with it, or we’ll drag it out of you, kicking and screaming if we have to.”
“We?”
