For The Love Of An Angel

DAMIAN

Another image of Angel’s face tried to push through my mind, but I shoved it away as I leaned forward across my desk, my eyes trained on the screen in front of me. I was determined to get some work done today after yesterday’s day of daydreaming.

My head hadn’t been on work at all yesterday. The events of the previous night had played over on a loop inside my head, distracting me completely. It wasn’t until Christian had arrived that I’d realised just how much I’d needed that sense of normalcy back in my daily routine.

Christian had brought calm back into my life.

Until he’d hit his knees in front of me … and then Angel had snuck back into my head.

Growling, I squeezed my eyes shut and balled my hands into fists as an image of Angel’s innocent blue eyes flitted across my mind. I summoned up an image of Christian instead, focusing on his handsome face. Warmth bloomed through my limbs at the memory of his sleeping form next to me, his familiar scent filling my nose.

Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my hands and leaned back in my chair. I needed to remind myself why I’d taken Angel on. Sarah had been looking at cutting back on her hours, telling me that she wanted to spend more time with her family. Maybe Angel could help with that. So … I was keeping Angel on for Sarah’s own good. Not mine.

Not mine.

I just had to get used to seeing him around the house. Working with Sarah. Making meals, bringing my coffee. I had to keep shoving any other thoughts of Angel from my mind. He was here to work. That was all.

Running a hand through my hair, I dropped my gaze back to the computer screen, and the spreadsheet that was calling for my attention. Attention I needed to give it if I was to keep my job. Although there was really no one who could dismiss me, I still had to give my all. Show everyone that I was as dedicated to the firm as my father had been.

Taking another deep breath, I settled back into the office chair and reached for the keyboard, ready to give this spreadsheet another go.

A knock at the door.

“Come in.” I stared at the spreadsheet a little more, thinking that I might have to call one of the guys from the accounts team as the figures didn’t look quite right.

As soon as I’d spoken, the door opened tentatively. Lifting my gaze, my eyes widened as Angel walked in, a cup of coffee in his hands, and my heart kicked against my ribs.

He offered me a small smile before placing the cup down on the desk, close to my hand and I had to curl my fingers into a fist to stop myself from reaching over to brush my skin against his.

“Good morning.” He offered me a smile and my heart skipped a little. “Sarah made the coffee,” he explained. “I did take your cup up to your room, but … uh …” He fidgeted a little as his gaze fell to the floor. “Christian said you were already up and at work.”

I watched as he squirmed a little more, his eyes flitting between me and the floor. My heart rate spiked every time his blue gaze landed on me and I had to take another deep breath.

“Angel …” His name rolled off my tongue and I fought the shiver that wanted to run down my back. “Last night … I told you that we needed to talk about your employment here.”

He nodded his head, then averted his gaze to the floor again. His cheeks were a little flushed and I had to swallow a moan as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Fuck.

I needed to do something … focus on something else. Reaching for the coffee cup, my hand shook as Angel watched me, his bright blue eyes widening a little as I brought the mug closer to my lips.