𝑺 𝑬 𝑹 𝑬 𝑵 𝑰 𝑻 𝒀 (18+)

three.

                                 SERENITY

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Waking up in Noah Harrington's guest bedroom was quite a shock the next morning. Thankfully, it wasn't my usual walk of shame, but it was still embarrassing nonetheless. I went into his bathroom and splashed some water on my face, using baby wipes I kept in my purse to wipe off my smudged makeup. There was no doubt the left side of my face was stamped on his sister's pillow, so I left some money on the nightstand to pay for dry cleaning.

I took my chances and explored the rest of the second level, Noah didn't seem to be upstairs so I wasn't afraid of getting caught. There were two locked doors upstairs that raised suspicions but not enough to make me want to investigate further. The last door I tried led me into a mini library, rows, and rows of bookshelves pressed against the walls. He wasn't kidding about being a man of literature, his collection was impressive as hell. He had books even I never had the pleasure of reading.

Maybe if we got closer, he'd let me borrow some of them.

Big on the maybe.

I felt a combination of relief and disappointment when I went downstairs and realized Noah wasn't in his house at all, only finding Andrew scarfing down his breakfast in the kitchen. I was saved some embarrassment sure, but I did want to see what he looked like in the morning. He probably pulled off the just woke up look better than anyone, his arm sleeve and abs on full display while a pair of shorts hung low on his waist. He'd wear those cute little glasses as opposed to the contacts he wore to work, making him look like the Calvin Klein model he should have been.

If I imagined the scene any longer I would've started to drool on myself.

"Where's Mr. Harrington?" I asked sheepishly taking a seat across from Andrew. Noah didn't have your classic kitchen table with chairs suited for family dinners. Instead, it was a black island with four bar stools on each side butchering any type of formal dining plan.

I could gather he hated large gatherings due to the lack of a dining room in the house altogether.

"Thought your boyfriend was going to wish you a good morning?"

"You should do stand up!" I snapped sarcastically, "no I was just curious; this is his house after all." We were trusted employees so there were no worries there, I just thought—

"He went for a run, he won't be back till later but he made us breakfast."

"Breakfast? He made that?"

The food set out on the table looked restaurant quality, the type of food he would serve in his own. "Are you surprised? He is in the restaurant industry."

"Just because he does business with food, doesn't mean he actually knows how to prepare it." I grabbed a plate and began filling it to the brim, my eyes being bigger than my stomach. I liked to eat and my thighs definitely showed that, but the meal he prepared was a feast rather than breakfast for two people.

"Yeah well, Noah actually likes to cook."

"I can tell." The food was delicious, everything made with fresh ingredients and seasonings. You could taste the effort he put into it.

This was the Noah I wanted to know more about, the Noah who woke up early and cooked Breakfast. The Noah that locked himself in his library and read for hours on end, the Noah that pulled a blanket over me and wished me a goodnight. Sadly, wants and needs were two different things. I might've wanted all of those things but in the long run, would it really have been something I needed? I knew the answer. I should have stayed away from Noah Harrington, fulfilled the terms of my contract, and left when the job was over.