I’m not ashamed to admit he’s much better at it than me, and he seems to enjoy it, too.
He pinches my cheek playfully, “You’re such a princess.”
“I’m not a princess.”
“You hate cooking, cleaning, and any house chores, basically.”
“It’s not that I hate them. I’m just not good at them.”
“Because you’re a princess.” He smiles. “But don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
And with that, he steps out of the supply room, leaving me absolutely helpless and confused and maybe a little bit lightheaded, too, because I keep licking my lips for the remnants of his taste.
I’m really hopeless.
It takes me a few seconds to get my bearings. Though there aren’t usually people on this part of the floor, I’ll have to explain to Chris and Gwen why I disappeared during the lunch we were supposed to have together.
Knox texted me to meet him in the supply room earlier, and when I ignored it, he barged into the IT department, kicked Gwen and Chris out, then said, “Now, you have nothing stopping you.”
I asked him not to do that again, but I don’t have much hope in him following through with it. He’s too headstrong for that.
But even he should know that my friends will be suspicious at some point.
I smile at that as I leave the supply room.
Friends.
I never thought I would ever use that word or actually have the opportunity to make friends.
When I was little, I was lonely, which is why I became the fairy of the forest and had trees and stones for friends. And after I moved in with Papa, the idea of friends became impossible.
People like me aren’t allowed such a luxury.
“So, it’s you.”
I freeze, my stomach dropping at the sound of the accented voice coming from my right. It’s British, too, and while it’s calm and collected, it’s not Knox’s.
If anything, it’s even more sinister.
I whirl around to find Daniel leaning against the wall, arms and ankles crossed and a look of pure contempt darkening his cobalt blue eyes.
Holy shit.
Was he there all along? Wait, no. Knox would’ve seen him if he was and he would’ve told me and—
“I was becoming suspicious with his frequent visits to the fourth floor so I decided to start my own private investigation and followed him. I had to wait until he was out to find out who he was coming here for.” He stares at his watch. “Twenty minutes is a record for him. He usually gets bored and finishes quicker than that.”
My skin heats and crawls, and I wish I could somehow vanish into thin air as if I never existed.
Daniel watches me intently, as if he can comb through my thoughts and my deepest, darkest desires.
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I attempt to play dumb, but my unsteady voice doesn’t cooperate.
“Really now? Do you mind telling me what you did in that supply room all this time?”
“Work.”
“Is that a new word for sex?” His expression and tone don’t change. They’re actually more composed, as if he’s completely in his element.
I’ve heard a lot of things about Daniel, mostly that he’s a player and easygoing, but no one mentioned his threatening, sinister side, because that’s what it feels like right now.
Being threatened.
Watched.
Desiccated.
He pushes off the wall, and it takes everything in me not to turn around and run. Because I know, I just know that it would encourage him to come after me even stronger.
Daniel circles me and the hairs on my nape stand on end as he stops in front of me. “You’re not his usual type, so now, I’m wondering what made him interested in you. Do you care to shed some light on the mystery?”
“How will I do that?”
“Simple. Let’s fuck.”
“W-what?”
“Tonight?”
“No!”
“Why not? Oh, not a good time?”
“Not a good pairing. Why would you think I would ever want to have sex with you?”
He appears genuinely baffled. “Why not? Knox and I go three-way with no problem.”
“Huh?”
“We fuck the same women, often at the same time.”
My stomach lurches and I think I’m going to throw up the cupcakes Gwen gave me earlier.
Did Daniel say he and Knox fuck the same women at the same time?
Yes, I think he did.
But that’s not what’s bothering me. What’s bothering me is the fact that Knox could and would share me with his friend.