For The Love Of An Angel

ANGEL

I still wasn’t sure why Damian was doing this. He had told me it was because of Sarah, because she wanted to spend more time with her family and, although I could see the working relationship the two of them had, I also suspected that Damian would happily overrule Sarah if he really didn’t agree with what she said or did.

So, did that mean that he really did want me around?

My heart skipped, but I wasn’t about to hold my breath. I’d learned the hard way what happened if I’d started to hope. Memories tried to push in, images of the monsters, sitting at the edges of my mind, wanting me to drag them to the front.

No.

I didn’t want to think of those … creatures … in the cold light of day. I now had a job to think of and a boss to impress.

The cool cup of coffee I’d taken to Damian earlier hadn’t gone down well. In fact, it hadn’t gone down at all. I knew it had been cold when I’d knocked on his door, but I’d still put it on his desk, gave it to him like I was expecting him to drink it.

Just call me employee of the year …

A knock at my bedroom door had me turning from the window. Sarah had told me to have a break after I’d nearly dropped a couple of plates in the kitchen. I wasn’t used to working like this and my body wasn’t used to a full belly. Or so Sarah thought. She told me that she believed I was doing too much too soon and that she would speak to Damian about easing me into the work.

Walking across the room, I felt a smile tugging at my lips as I gripped the door handle. Sarah said she would come get me to help her make dinner. I enjoyed spending time with Sarah. She made me feel wanted.

Unlike the guy who owned this house.

With a sigh, I opened the door, the smile freezing on my face as my eyes landed on Christian standing in the hallway.

“Oh … uh … hi.” I managed to keep the smile on my face, my heart doing a little flip when he smiled back.

“Hi, Angel.” His voice was deep, smooth and rich. “I just wanted to see how you were.”

Blinking a little, I took a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

Christian blew out a breath as he leaned against the door frame. “Actually, I really wanted to apologise for how I acted earlier.” He dropped his gaze as I frowned a little. “I may have come on a bit too strong this morning.” He sighed. “I just wanted to say sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He pressed his lips together, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his black trousers. Wearing a matching black jacket teamed with a white shirt, Christian looked like the kind of guy to have people apologise to him, even for breathing the same air as he was. He was just so damn gorgeous, I couldn’t help but feel my lips pull into a grin before I’d really registered what I was doing.

“It’s okay,” I mumbled. He smiled softly and my heart did another funny little flip and I held the door open. “Do you want to come in?”

Christian’s grin widened, and my knees threatened to buckle. Gripping onto the door, I watched Christian waltz in, confidence in his stride.

Choosing to keep the door open so that I could use it to hold me up, I let my eyes travel the length of his body, aware of the warmth that shot through my own as my gaze drank him in.

“You look good.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before they’d properly registered in my brain, and I clamped a hand over my mouth, heat flooding my face.

Fucking idiot, I swear.

But Christian didn’t seem to mind the random remark. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Christian beamed, as he faced me. “I work as a model, you know.”