SEX GOD ✔

Chapter Sixteen

There was one thing in pretending and there was another when being interested.

And it was pretty damn obvious Achilles was interested. She wasn't sure in what, probably the work or her. Most likely the former since she heavily doubted the latter.

With bag of flour in hand, Kaarina stepped out of the store room to see Achilles already depositing five big flour bags on to the kitchen island. She should have felt bad and useless since she was the first in the store room.

But she would be lying if she didn't enjoy the view of his butt tight in those dark jeans. How could a guy with that kind of ass want her? Even being friends with him seemed impossible, but she had to do it and try to ignore the fact that he ruined her for other men.

But she had to see reason in this. Just because he had the body no doubt Greek sculptors were trying to capture, although they were nowhere near the real thing, and a decent personality, quite humorous and challenging to be exact, that didn't mean she couldn't look at another guy whose body wasn't remotely close to his or who was a little humorous or whatever. She wasn't going to compare him to every guy she met. Achilles couldn't be that hard to forget.

Although if her ex-boyfriend was anything to go by, it would be a lot harder to forget him. It wasn't impossible, right? She thought.

Ahhh, who was I kidding. How could I possible forget that butt much less the whole package, she finally allowed herself to admit, after a long internal screaming match. This really is going to pose a big, yet sexy, problem.

"Hey, are you going to stand there all day?" She blinked up to meet a sliver gaze that seemed to always strip her and trap her in an all consuming trance. Her cheeks burned at her thoughts of him and wondered if he realized she was staring at his butt. As if reading her thoughts, a sexy smirk made an appearance on his hypnotizing and noticeable soft lips. "Or do you want me to look about it all and leave you to enjoy the view?"

Kaarina couldn't help but smile at the teasing of his voice. He raised his eyebrows in that cocky way that made him oh-so edible.

"It seems you have everything handled, so I might have well go with the latter," she joked, moving towards him after seeing he had already taken the bag of flour from her hands. She did check him out some more since his back was turned to her now. Her eyes trailed down to his well toned thighs and legs. Well, he might have been teasing her about enjoying the view, but she wasn't.

"Ha, ha," he said and surprised her by moving her towards the counters with his firm hands on her shoulder. Her skin prickled and she felt a sudden connection run through her. If he felt it too, he didn't let on. But he did move his hands. "You're the boss as you have been clear to remind me. It's your time to work."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, you're right," she could already imagine that cocky grin at her statement. He was like every human in that way of wanting to be right. It was a pride thing. "Let's get to work."

Kaarina checked the time which showed that it had just struck 4:00am. She smiled briefly at him as she started.

Thirty minutes in and Kaarina was enjoying herself. He wasn't as terrible in the kitchen as she thought. He could bake, that much was evident, but he hadn't done it awhile.

"I'm more of a cooker," he explained when she asked him. "And nowadays, I really don't have time for the kitchen. Coffee and pancakes have been my life source for quite awhile."

"Well, that explains the big tummy," she teased and made the mistake of touching his torso. There was no sign of a tummy there and nothing to poke. Only hard core abs were there which caused her senses to awaken in places that shouldn't be awakening. She gave him a strained smile in order to not draw any attention and to prove to herself she could control herself. And maybe he would stop having that affect on her. Kaarina's throat was suddenly the Sahara desert. "I guess...I...there really..."