Mafia (DNF)

Seventeen

The day was done, finally. All those files and emails made my eyes ache, and I desperately needed sleep. I got up, and knocked on Dream's office door.

"Are you ready to go?"

It opened, and I jumped a little bit. I didn't expect him to be there.

"Yeah. The car's waiting outside."

We rode the elevator down to the lobby, and headed to the car. I yawned as I sat down in the back, and surprisingly, Dream sat beside me.

He tapped his shoulder. "We have to take a detour for the construction today, and it'll take a while. Sleep."

I happily obliged, leaning onto him. I didn't care that it was a little weird, I was tired.

I drifted off quickly, and when I woke up, we were at the apartment. I reluctantly stood up, and followed Dream to the elevator.

Once we arrived at the penthouse, I headed into my room, to change into some more comfortable clothes.

I felt a little better after the nap, and now I was hungry. I stepped into the kitchen, where Dream was cooking, again. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt with the arms roller up, and it was strange seeming him in casual clothes.

"Aren't you, like, a millionaire? Why don't you hire someone?" I asked.

"I enjoy it," he answered. "It's like a break."

He seemed to be making pasta of some sort. I sat down, and watched him cook.

His shoulders and arms flexed while he reached to grab seasonings on the counter, and I found myself staring. He was freakishly tall, but not skinny. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms, from what I could tell.

Wait, what was wrong with me? He was my boss, and also extremely powerful and dangerous. I definitely was not thinking about his body.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when he slid a plate of pasta to me, and held out a fork for me. I blushed, and grabbed it, trying not to focus on the veins of his hands. He looked at me, amused, but didn't say a word.

I took a bite, and moaned. It was creamy Alfredo sauce, but nothing like the stuff from the grocery store. I was starving, and this tasted extra amazing after a day at work.

"Do you like it?" Dream asked. "It was my favourite as a kid."

"It's amazing," I sighed. "I can't cook at all, I'm glad you're good at it."

He smiled. "I'll make us dinner everyday, if you want. Having someone to cook for makes it taste a lot better."

I nodded happily, and kept eating. He laughed.

"You're cute."

I choked a little on the pasta. "What?"

"Nothing, you're just cute. I'm sure you know already."

I felt myself getting a little red, as I swallowed. "I think you just have strange tastes."

"I definitely do," he answered, not taking his eyes off me. "And so when I find someone I like, I don't stop until they're mine."

I didn't look up at him. His green eyes were too intimidating, and if I looked at them, I feel like he'd be able to read my mind.

To be completely honest, he was really attractive. I tried to ignore it, because it wasn't professional, but right now we were at home. There was no one here but us, and I had every opportunity to stare at his perfect face.

I glanced up quickly, and he had a knowing grin on his face. "You're flustered."

"No, I'm not," I retorted, and stood up to put my plate in the sink. He followed, and I didn't expect him to be right in front of my when I turned around.

He leaned close to my face, observing my reddened cheeks. "Are you sure?"

I stepped around him, heart pounding. "I'm going to bed early tonight."

"The guest bedroom is locked," he called over to me as I tried to open the door. "They were fixing something up, and didn't finish."

"I guess I'm sleeping on the couch," I muttered to myself.

I grabbed my things and changed in the bathroom, and after brushing my teeth, flopped down onto the couch. I was too tired to get a blanket, but it was warm enough. Whatever.

After Dream came out of the bathroom, he walked over and slid his hands under my back and legs. I yelped as he lifted me up to his chest, and started walking to his room.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" I said, wriggling about in his arms. He  dropped me down onto his bed.

"Your back will hurt if you sleep on the couch," he stated, and turned off the light. I sat up to leave, but he pulled the blanket over both of us.

"Just sleep," he urged.

At this point, I was already warm and comfortable. I was a little worried that he'd try to pull something in the morning, but I could already feel myself drifting off.

"Goodnight," he whispered.

"Mhm," I managed, before darkness took over.