Irresistible Intentions**On Hold**

Chapter 9: Just Pretend?

🔥 Pedro Soltz as Lorenzo Alvarez 🔥

"What are you doing here?" I squeaked in initial shock, before the underlying anger began seeping in. I was bubbling up underneath like hot lava inside a dormant volcano ready to explode beyond the surface. "You have no right to be here."

Lorenzo stood from his seated position outside my door and held his palms up defensively. The dark circles underneath his deep set green eyes, looked up at me warily. His right leg buckled beneath him, as if it was asleep from staying too long in one position. As much as I hate to admit it, Lorenzo still looked sexy as all hell, dried up gravy and mashed potatoes included. "I came to see if you were alright and to offer my apology."

"I'm fine and I don't want your apology." I huffed out trying to make my way around him with a wide berth in order to avoid him touching me in any way. "What I need you to do is tell our parents the truth."

A pained look overtook his expression as he finally put his hands down. "Can you at least hear me out?"

"What could there possibly be to hear out?" Not wanting to prolong this any more, I rolled my eyes and shoved open the door. My guilty conscience nagged at me that I should at least let him explain, after all it seems like he spent the night on the floor outside my place. He stood there staring at me, unsure of what to do since I obviously didn't invite him in. "You gonna stand out there in the hall so I can hear you out or do you plan on coming in?"

His eyes had the nerve to crinkle at the edges and his lips tugged up at the corners as he held back an amused smile. Stepping inside, he shut the door behind him. "You're awfully bossy when you're so angry." He chuckled, "I find it adorable." This managed to earned him a glare of death.

"Sit over there and try not to get it dirty." I pointed to the recliner, figuring if I could spare any piece of furniture it would be that one. He was filthy and the gravy would surely leave a stain, dried up or not. "Be right back. Help yourself to anything in the fridge or there's coffee in the cabinet." I called out over my shoulder as I made my way into my en-suite to shower.

Taking my sweet ass time, I lathered shampoo into my hair twice and then conditioned it. As I stood under the warm water rinsing away all the body wash, I wondered what Lorenzo could possibly have left to say to me. Was he absolutely out of his mind proposing to me last night? We barely even know one other. Did he really believe I would just swoon at his request and scream out yes? Do I look that desperate and in need of a pity proposal?

My thoughts only angered me further, causing me to speed up my shower.  I needed to get back to work for a meeting. I dried off and dressed quickly in a pair of yoga pants and yanked on a tank top, before stalking my way back into the living room. My mouth went absolutely dry at the sight before me. Lorenzo stood with his back towards me in my kitchen with only his boxers and a wife beater.

"Wha-" I could barely form a sentence as he spun around with two mugs of coffee. A boyish smile overtook his expression as if he were proud of himself for figuring out how to operate my coffee machine. "What are you doing? Where are your clothes?"

He gave me a small shrug as he walked over and handed me my mug. "You said to sit there." He said pointing to the recliner. "And to not dirty anything, my clothes are all stained, so I took them off as to not dirty your chair."

Please lord give me strength. I thought staring up to the ceiling. With a shake of my head, I made my way over to the kitchen stools. "Thanks for the coffee." I said, setting down my mug to rummage through my cabinets for some cookies. I was absolutely starving, having not eaten anything since lunchtime yesterday. Excluding the glass of wine, I downed at my parents before walking out of course.