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“Charlie is a driver, not a bodyguard,” Lincoln insisted.
“We should get her a bodyguard,” Kai quipped and was again met with scathing stares.
“She doesn’t need a bodyguard,” Paxton growled.
Deep suspicion twined up my spine as I looked from one man to the next, but none of them would meet my eye.
“You sure you don’t want to come to the office with us?” Lincoln offered again. “I really can find something for you to do there.”
“I’m sure,” I said shortly, folding my arms over my chest.
Lincoln kissed my cheek, the gesture surprising me. “Okay. Have a great day. I’ll text you later.”
“We’ll be home for dinner,” Kai added, following Lincoln’s lead and kissing my other cheek.
Stunned, I gaped at both of them.
Paxton leered and hovered over me. “I’m not going to do that,” he informed me, leaning down to plant a proper kiss on my mouth. “That’s how it’s done.”
Chuckling, Paxton punched Kai and Lincoln on the arm, and the three of them wandered out, leaving me to gape at the closed door.
What was that?
I didn’t know what to make of this display of affection or of the orders to remain in the penthouse.
That’s not part of the contract. No one ever told me I had to remain here. In fact, I have a credit card to do what I want with.
I pursed my lips and thought about calling Charlie to drive me, but I thought better of it. If Lincoln had forbidden me from going, he had likely told Charlie not to take me. I would take the L to Teatotler’s and be back before anyone knew I was gone.
* * *
The cafe was rammed when I walked through the doors. The usual early morning crowd was lined up on the sidewalk, but I wasn’t really there for a coffee. I slid inside past the irritable businessmen and college students, ambling up to the counter to look for a familiar face. But as I entered, I suddenly wondered if I’d made a bad choice after all.
Catrine saw me first and gasped from behind the espresso machine.
“Mylee!”
The sound of my name caused Zander and Drew to turn, the guys gawking openly before leers appeared on both their faces.
“How’s it going?” I asked casually, leaning on the counter.
Catrine shook her head and gestured at the drink orders, and I nodded understandingly. I’d been on that side, swamped with coffee placements. I didn’t come to distract her.
“Nice purse.” Zander appeared on my left, abandoning his post as always.
I smothered a sigh. I hadn’t come to see him.
“Thanks.”
“Prada?”
“I had no idea you were such a fashion connoisseur, Z,” I remarked dryly.
“Well, when someone walks in here carrying a fifteen-hundred-dollar handbag, I notice,” he replied, licking his lips. “Those boys at Silverpiece are really treating you nice, huh?”
I bristled. “Who said anything about Silverpiece?”
Zander whooped so loudly, everyone in line stopped to look at him. “Are you kidding me?”
