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“Sorry,” I say.
He smiles at me. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just thirsty,” he says, which we both know is a lie as he sits down without anything to drink. “What about this game? I think you’ll love this one.”
Len clicks something that looks as stupid as the one we played yesterday, but his expression isn’t as tight. I slide over next to him and he holds the controller out as my leg presses into his. “So you force me to learn the other one, and now hand me a different one? Why aren’t they the same?”
“Different consoles. Your controller—”
“Say no more, I’m already bored.”
He grins as he points at the buttons. “They’re not that different, alright?”
“Just tell me which button I can mash.”
“This one you’ll actually have to do stuff other than mash buttons.”
“I already dislike it.”
“You’ll love it, I promise,” he says, genuine smile back as I find my eyes drifting to his neck. I want to draw the neckline of his shirt down, run my fingers over his skin again and see what he has hidden beneath.
But I also want to know what made him this way. A seemingly innocent, smiling man who can slaughter with such ease.
* * *
“I guess I should get going,” I say.
“Look, you didn’t even get your ass kicked in the game today,” Len says. “I’m so proud!”
“Yes, because we were on the same team. I remember you carrying my body at one point.”
“You still looked very sexy beating on that controller,” he assures me.
“I’d rather be beating on something else,” I grumble.
Len gives me a look of amusement, but he doesn’t offer. “Are your guards going to meet you at the door?”
“I came without them.”
He hesitates, his look clearly stating that he believes I’m an idiot—a thing I’ve questioned a time or two myself. “Why would you come without them? Why are you being careless?” He almost sounds pissed, and the conviction in his words surprises me.
“Because… what does it matter, Len? Why let them get killed for the hell of it?”
“If they’re good at their job, they wouldn’t get killed,” Len says as he goes into his room and comes out with a gun and a holster that he fastens on his side.
“Let’s go.”
I watch the enigma head off. “You’re taking me home?”
“Yeah, I’m not going to sit here when you’re likely to wander off into death.”
“I thought you didn’t want to help.”
“I’m not saying that I’m going to go trot up to Norn, but I’ll take you home and tuck you into bed.”
“How lovely. Will you read me a bedtime story as well?”
“You better bet your ass I will,” Len says as he heads through the door and locks it. I walk toward the elevator before remembering his aversion to them and skip past it to the stairs. He follows me down them and onto the first floor as my mind wanders and questions why he’s helping me. Together, we head out, but instead of aiming for my car, he goes for his.
“You’re not afraid people will recognize you and come for you?” I ask curiously.
