HARRY STYLES
"Night, Chef," my two pastry chefs take off for the night right after Hayden, leaving me in a glistening kitchen with Zayn.
"It's Al's week with Jane, yeah?" He asks.
I nod, laughing when he wiggles his brows at me. "No."
"Come on," he chuckles. "The whole point of the last time we went out was to get you laid, and that didn't happen."
"I don't need to get laid," I pinch my burning eyes closed. "I need to get a full night's sleep."
"Wow, spoken like a true loser," he bluntly says, making me laugh as I drop my arm back down to my side. "How are things with the sexy nanny?"
"Please don't call her the sexy nanny," I mutter and busy myself by refolding the dishtowels on the counter to lay more perfectly.
"She is, though," he needlessly reminds me. "I would have gotten with that a long time ago if I were you."
I shoot him a disgusted look. "What about you? How's Maya doing?"
"Oh my God," he shakes his head. "She's fucking...I don't even know what the word is. What's the word that means more than perfect? If anyone would know, it's you."
"Fuck off," I laugh. "How many times have you seen her?"
"I saw her that next weekend after we met and I took her to dinner," he explains.
"Where?"
"I let her choose. What do you think she picked? If you had to guess."
The answer comes to me as I picture Maya in all her sleek beauty. Both of Lana's friends were objectively attractive. "Balthazar."
Zayn's eyes widen. "How do you do that every time?"
"It's one of my many gifts," I tease. "Did you take her home afterward or did you take her home with you?"
"Well, I was going to be a gentleman because I always am, but she insisted that I go up to her flat when I took her home," he smirks. "I can't remember the last time I went all night like that, but she was good. She was fucking great."
I swallow and think of Lana. I've been thinking of Lana over the last week, and my thoughts haven't exactly been G-rated. The imagined image of her in my bed with me has been keeping me up all night long until I'm kicking at my bedsheets like a toddler throwing a tantrum. I need to sleep, but I can't stop picturing her next to me. And on top of me. And under me. Mostly under me.
"You'd better not fuck that up," I warn him. "I don't wanna hear about how you got bored and then left her in tears or some shit. She's one of Lana's best friends."
"I'm not going to get bored," he frowns as if he's so offended, as if he doesn't get bored with women all the time. "Have you seen her?"
I can't help but smile as I shake my head at him. "You're an asshole."
He cracks up laughing as he removes his chef's jacket. "Well, if you don't want to hang out tonight, then I'm going to see her."
"Yeah, you do that," I catch his apron before he can toss it at my face.
"Night, H," he whistles on his way out, letting the heavy metal door slam behind him.
Without him, I do one more sweep through the kitchen to make sure it's perfect before I shut the lights off and head up to my office. I don't have Jane this week, so I don't feel any urgency to go home and be alone. I'd rather be here in the restaurant, knowing that Glenne is working in the office she shares with Jeff downstairs.
