Ray POV
I told her to meet me after work—at my place. She came. But… I didn't tell her to bring the whole group. Betha, Alex, Alaric—Frost's best friend and manager? Seriously? Is she so naive she just puts a spy right in front of us?
I glance at Alaric, lounging on my sofa like he owns the place. He smirks.
"Hey Ray, long time no see."
I force a small smile. "Yeah… long time."
Then I look at Coccette. Of course, she's lowering her gaze, predictable as ever. I sigh.
"Who wants coffee?"
Betha immediately raises her hand. "Me, please."
Coccette mumbles softly, "Me too."
Alex nods. "Same here."
Alaric looks straight at me. "For me, wine will be fine."
Wine? Seriously? Is this a hotel service for you, Alaric?
Alaric—Frost's best friend and manager—shouldn't be this rich, this confident. You'd think he's a normal worker, maybe less wealthy than Frost, but no. His family owns a big company too. The only difference: Alaric doesn't get along with them. He chose to work with Frost instead.
And now, here he is, in my living room, casually asking for wine. No—I'm not your bartender.
But for Coccette, I need to act normal.
"Coccette, want to come to the kitchen with me? Help me out?" I say.
She nods. "Sure, I'll come."
As we get up, Alaric follows us with a dark look, making me want to tear my hair out. We reach the kitchen, and I finally turn to her.
"What the hell is he doing here? You know who he is, right?"
Coccette's face flushes. "Well… yes. I know. He wants to help us. And what's better than having a spy with us ?"
I frown sharply. "With us ? Coccette, are you serious? He's not our spy. He's spying on us. He's Frost's best friend."
Coccette shakes her head. "No, Ray. I mean… well He is , but he's actually helping us."
I let out a sharp breath. "And you believe that?"
Her face reddens even more. "You don't have to trust him, Ray… just trust me, okay?"
And then she looks at me. Those beautiful blue eyes… they pierce right through me, and suddenly, all I can think about is how I want her pressed against the kitchen counter. Dark thoughts swirl, nasty and sharp, and I have to turn away. I'm not the kind of man who thinks like this at work—or in front of other people.
Coccette touches my shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Don't touch me. Don't talk like this—I'm getting harder and harder. Fuck.
I sigh. "I'm fine. Let's make coffee."
We start making coffee, pouring milk and stirring carefully. I grab some cookies too—golden, slightly crumbly, with chunks of chocolate that melt in your mouth. I place them on a small plate and sigh again.
"He said he wants wine," I mutter.
I open one of my favorite bottles—a deep red, velvety Merlot with a subtle aroma of berries and oak. But as I twist the cork, it pops a little too forcefully. The cork flies toward Coccette—she jumps slightly.
"Aw, Ray!" she gasps.
And that's it. I lose it. I pull her toward me, pressing her back against me, lips finding the soft skin of her neck. The kitchen fills with the sound of my kisses and her soft moans. She doesn't fight, doesn't say no—she just lets me.
I'm about to go further when the sound of the kitchen door opening freezes me. Slowly, I pull back.
We both turn. Alaric stands in the doorway, leaning casually.
"So… all this time for coffee and wine? Making dinner, or what?"
He steps closer to Coccette, eyes narrowing at her flushed face. My blood boils.
Then, without warning, he grabs a cookie from the plate and turns to me.
"Not bad, Ray , I mean the cookies " he smirks.
I clench my jaw.
Author Note:
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