George was short for words. He had simply carried out a task Zach had given him. It was something that had grown to be his second nature despite the danger. But to be openly thanked for it..... The man felt his heart warm from the other man's sincere words.
"I..... I appreciate that and I'll pass your message. But I should thank you too, for being brave. Knowing what they did to you, it won't be easy to face them. Thank you for your bravity."
"Not at all, sir", Mr. Corden answered with a sniffle. "We are still with our families because of you. Thank you."
The two talked a bit more with George checking on the other men before the call ended. He passed the message to Zach before he began to dress up.
George left his room in good spirits and started to roll up his shirt sleeves as he walked to the kitchen. He had thrown on a smart casual outfit. He was mentally debating what to make for breakfast when...
The man stopped in his tracks and froze with his mouth open. Looking through the fridge was someone whose perfectly tanned long and straight legs were exposed to him, ink building up on one thigh disappearing into the tight fitting mini body con that hugged her ass.
His eyes watched the ass slowly turn, then moved up the flat stomach, the huge mounds and the pretty face that belonged to that hot body.
"Good morning", Nora's lips stretched into a wicked smile as she closed the fridge to face him.
"Mor-" he cleared away his hoarse voice. "Good morning." He started to walk towards her, displeasure showing through his frown. "Going somewhere?"
"Mm-hm", she answered in good spirits and opened the fridge once more to give him the ingredients of what she wanted him to make. "Work."
"In that?" His brows shot up as he received a tray of sausages.
"Yes, in this", she ignored his snappy tone and gave him a challenging gaze. "Problem?"
George fell quiet and watched her quietly before proceeding to start making their meal. What was she playing at? She was always in tomboy outfits, that was more of her, so what was with the change?
And she usually shied away from his advances so what was with this bold move? She said she's going to work, is there someone she wants to impress? Didn't they have a mutual agreement to explore what's between them?
Nora's brows turned up when he served her and went to seat at the faaaaaaar end of the counter, deliberately putting distance between them. He did not even spare her a glance nor a word and simply ate his food.
'Men!' she mused in frustration as she forked a bite. Women are much easier to get along with. 'Dont stress yourself over this! But why's his food so freaking good?'
With his head down and focused on the food, he did not see the daggers she threw at him with her sharp glare! In no time, she was done eat and went to dump her plates in the dish washer.
'Two can play at that game!' she mused in irritation as she took a leather jacket and her purse and stormed off.
She had just opened the door when it was slammed shut. Too shocked to register anything she found herself being flung over the shoulder.
Yelp!
"I just ate you maniac! I could throw up!" She shouted whilst checking out his jean clad sexy ass.
He quietly switched to carrying her bridal style. Better. Now she could comfortably be pissed off and cross her arms against her chest and look away from him.
As he walked through the hallway, realization started to dawn on her. This.... He's going to her room.....
"George....", She started quietly, trying to suppress her..... Giddiness?
He ignored her and managed to open her door and close it behind them with a kick. Nora was caught between trying to escape and seeing what he was going to do to her. Her heart was thumping loud enough he could probably hear it.
It beat even harder when he lay her on the bed and caged her underneath him with arms resting on either side of her face. He didn't say a word and simply stated into her eyes. She did not know what was going on in his mind but that look made her clutch the sheets tighter than she realized.
"What are you doing?" She carefully searched his eyes.
Silence. Instead of feeling awkward, she liked the way he was looking at her. But that quickly changed when his frown took over and he got off her.
"Excuse me?" She called after him in annoyance. He ignored her still and walked on. What's wrong with him? She sat up and watched him. "What are you doing? I'm talking to you!"
"Getting you proper work clothes", he snapped back as he opened her wardrobe.
"Ha!" She stood on her knees close and crossed her arms against her chest. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"Everything", he countered while rummaging through her clothes.
"I can wear whatever I want."
"Indeed you can unless I have a problem with it. And I", he turned around with highwaist sweats and matching crop top. "Have every problem with that."
She clammed her mouth shut and watched him walk towards her. He now stood in front of her, his figure towering over her and put the clothes beside her.
"Yeah, I'm not wearing that", she stood her ground.
"Nora", he warned.
"I'm not the one who has a problem with this outfit", she countered, before a sly smile played on her lips.
She possibly couldn't mean... To answer his silent question, she let her arms fall onto her sides and moved close to the edge of the bed, bridging the gap between them. She wants him.... to change her...
'This woman.....' he mused.
He should've never underestimated the shameless Nora.
Given the greenlight, he started with removing her jacket. His eyes locked on hers.
His hands now moved to the Hem of her dress. She shuddered when she felt his fingertips glaze her skin before they started lifting her dress.
Both held their breaths as the material was slowly moved up, revealing more of her luscious thighs. Up, and up. Her black lace underwear came into view.
George felt like he was fighting a losing battle; his fingers were inches away from the forbidden fruit between her legs. The urge to explore was just too strong to ignore...