Homecoming

Chapter 9

"Kirsten," the room bore my name. I looked up from the coffee machine and stared in disbelief at my boys in the company of a handsome man.

"Shit," it came out of my mouth when I realized it was probably their father. The idea of what kind of circus he could do to me here now gave me cold sweat. But now I realized that it was not the right move from me, to constantly hide from him.

But despite my fear, I devoured his body with my gaze. Everything about him was beautiful, broad chest, muscular shoulders, strong legs, firm ass, flat stomach, arms and his tanned skin in contrast to his white T-shirt. He was wearing faded jeans and white nike sneakers, his hair damp as if he had just come out of the shower. Apparently he was just returning from training, where he spent all his time. It was so beautiful that it took my breath away, but it could also give me a glimpse of the idea of what would follow.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. I wiped my sweaty palms on the apron I had tied around my waist. I threw an artificial smile and walked over to them. It would certainly be more embarrassing to stand still than a pillar of salt or run through the first door.

"Hello, boys," I greeted them and hugged them both warmly. "Where are you from here?" I asked them, watching as the surprised look on their father's face slowly changed to a less pleasant to totally furious one.

"We've come for ice cream," Garrett told me, still hugging me around the waist.

"And who are you ?!" he said it so angrily that I crouched.

"This is Kirsten, we told you about her. The lady who treated my knee and gave us ten pounds of ice cream, "Garrett said, for which I was immensely grateful, because I couldn't speak.

"And he helps me with my homework," Jared added.

Neither of them thought that the tone of their father's voice would somehow upset or frighten them. They were so calm while I was tense like a violin string.

"Is this the woman?" he closed in astonishment, but then he remembered and shook my hand. I shook him vigorously to make a good impression.

I don't know what he expected or, better said, who, but that's not how I imagined our meeting. Okato measured me with his eyes, until under that sharp and cold look I felt like a rare commodity in the white meat market. Absolute disaster.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kirsten Baxter, "I introduced myself and smiled slightly.

"Maximilian Kendall," he said in a determined voice, releasing my sweaty palm.

"Can I bring you something?" I spoke in a professional voice.

"Ice cream, chocolate. And me a banana, "the boys said over each other, but I could only perceive them with one ear. She was unable to take her eyes off their father. Not because he was so handsome and attractive, but because he kept burning me.

"You have to have it and you," I smiled dryly.

"I'll have coffee with milk," he replied, ruffling his short hair, stretching his biceps. He had them perfectly worked out, and his forearms seemed strong.

"Okay, I'll be right back," I added, shuffling the boys' hair.

I breathed lightly as I walked away from them. Their father made me uncomfortably nervous, but why, I couldn't even explain it myself. I felt a tickle on my back as if mineral bubbles were passing through me.

I quickly made coffee for Max and placed it on a small silver tray. I added a glass of clean water and a small biscuit to it. I made ice cream sundaes for the boys with fruit and an umbrella. Finally, I sprinkled them with chocolate sprinkles and icing. I knew they would be pleased.