Re: The Assistant

Chapter 8

"I wonder what I'm gonna do with all of these flowers?" I made sure to sniff each petal as I admired every flower in every vase. I hadn't decided where to put them yet so they occupied my coffee table until I could find a better spot.

I get why this could be a signature move, it was very extravagant and a tad bit overwhelming.. in a good way.

Roman watched me from the kitchen where he was currently cooking me a meal with real vegetables as an example for when I have to do it myself.

I couldn't believe by the scents that he was actually cooking vegetables, I'd thought when people ate vegetables they sat down and had some hard broccoli with a bowl of dry lettuce.

I haven't wrapped my head around the fact that we were casually hanging out in my apartment. There was this weird magnetic energy existing between us, like we don't know each other very well but I think we both really want to be around each other.

He's been playing games with me from the start, but there was something different about him being in my apartment, like maybe we were actually friends.

I decided to join him in the kitchen to offer my assistance.

"Could I help you with anything?" I stood next to him and watched him swiftly and carefully dice up peppers like a professional chef.

"You could stir that if you'd like."

Finally, some responsibility.

I grabbed the wooden spoon and slowly stirred the contents of the pot. "Did your chef teach you how to cook?"

"No, I had a cooking phase. I find myself with a lot of downtime when I'm not working on something." Roman smiled without making eye contact. "You should try it. It's a wonder, being able to feed yourself."

"Why do I need to learn how to cook when Lucky's personal chefs will be cooking for me after we get married."

Roman tried to contain his laughter, " and what about when you guys have to sleep in the same bed together. Will you able to sleep through his hours of sleep talking?"

"Headphones?"

"Very naive of you to think that works."

I stopped stirring, "All jokes aside, what do you think about the whole flower thing? Something to be worried about?"

He looked down at me as I spoke every word, the most attentive he's ever been.

"Personally, no. I'm not too worried."

What the hell did that mean?

"I was talking about myself, but now that you've started, tell me why you aren't worried. He's your friend you should have more faith in him."

"I'm not too worried." He repeated.

The two different conversations we were having finally met in the middle. We'd been on entirely different pages until now.

"What makes you say that?"

His eyes flashed up at me, holding a wicked gleam. "Call it a hunch."

I pulled the wooden spoon away just as he reached for it. His lips curved into a slight smirk, amused by my sudden uncompromising attitude.

"and what could that possibly entail."

He took two steps forward, his hand engulfing mine but not bothering to remove the spoon from my grasp.

"I just think your mind is a little preoccupied to allow any advances from Lucky.

"Preoccupied?"