The Hunter's Angel

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I eyed Hunter warily over my vanilla latte as I took a slow sip, trying to gauge what he had planned for me today. 

We were currently seated at a cute little café in Westwood, my favorite part of LA, dining on some mouth-watering croissants and pastries. 

I had been convinced that this breakfast was the surprise that Hunter had prepared when we initially arrived, but he quickly shot my guess down with a chuckle.

I would have been perfectly happy with just the breakfast, but, knowing Hunter, whatever he had arranged was way more over the top. 

My stomach flip-flopped as I tried to decipher what it could be. God, I hated anticipation. 

"Why don't we play a game?" I voiced, setting my latte down. 

Hunter's eyes flashed with a hint of mischievousness as he studied me from across the table, the bustling noise inside the café drowning out as my attention shifted to his sinful gaze. 

"What kind of game, Angel?" Hunter teased lowly. "You know how much I love to play." 

My mouth suddenly grew dry at his innuendo, and my gaze fell to his smoky smile as I was taken back to that night at the bar. 

I swallowed tightly, silently cursing his ability to take me off track in a matter of seconds. 

And the prick knew it too. 

"Not that kind of a game, asshole," I forced out as I finally found my voice again. 

Hunter grinned, taking a slow bite of his croissant as he motioned for me to continue. 

"I was talking about a guessing game." 

Hunter's brow edged up slowly. "A guessing game?" 

"Yeah, a guessing game," I repeated, leaning back in my seat slowly. "The kind where I guess what you have planned for today, and you tell me if I'm right or not." 

Hunter eyed me for a moment, enough to make me believe he was going to agree, before his lips slowly curved and he let out a throaty chuckle. "Nice try, Angel. But you're just gonna have to wait and see." 

Huffing out an annoyed breath, I opted for another sip of my latte, knowing there was no way Hunter would budge. 

Damn him and his evasive abilities. 

After finishing off the rest of his croissant, Hunter shifted his focus back to me. "How's work and school going, by the way? You haven't seemed too busy this past week." 

It didn't escape me that he was trying to shift the topic away from the surprise, but I knew it was better than letting the suspense build inside me. 

"It's been pretty nice, actually," I admitted. "Laura hasn't been assigning the interns much work ever since that huge project with the soda company, and my professors have been pretty relaxed with the workload. I'm just trying to savor all this free time now, seeing as it's just the calm before the storm." 

Hunter's eyebrows knitted together. "The calm before the storm?" 

"Well, the semester's over in three weeks, which means finals are just around the corner. And, with break approaching, Hawthorne Media is getting ready to bring on the new summer interns. And they never recycle interns." 

Hawthorne was notorious for dropping interns like flies - always looking for new and fresh minds with the start of each season. With summer just around the corner, my anxiety was having a field day about the possibility of being dropped.