Zoey's POV
"Who forgot to shut the bloody curtains? The sun's killing me" I whined to no one in particular. I slowly sat up and streched, relieving my coiled muscles from their tension and got out of the bed.
Can someone send this bed to my house through E-Bay? It seriously feels like you are sitting on a fluffy cloud.
I freshened up in the bathroom, and I made my way downstairs becuase the smells coming from there were mouth-watering.
Speaking of food, I was starving. Because of all this drama, all I ate were some fruits kept next to the dresser.
Will they starve me here? Well considering the fact that they gave me a room to stay in, mostly not. I'll just be on my best behaviour and maybe they'll let me go.
I somehow navigated myself around the bloody house and almost started crying when I found the kitchen.
Couldn't someone fix me a map to the kitchen?
I poked my head into the kitchen and almost had heart palpitations.
Standing before me in all his glory, was the boss.
And he was shirtless.
Breathe in, out. C'mon Zoey you can't have a cardiac arrest seeing a guy shirtless.
Aw who am i kidding?
I watched in awe as his taut muscles rippled as he cooked, lowly humming to himself. His shoulder muscles flexed each time he reached out to grab something.
I touched the corner of my mouth to check if I was drooling.
I cleared my throat awkwardly and he turned around.
Holy shit. Call the bloody fire brigade because I think his hotness just burnt the entire house.
His body was lean, and graceful. He wasn't burly like some of those jocks I had seen. It was agile, and you could see just how much he took care of it, by the looks of his abs.
A fricking six pack.
He must have noticed my not subtle way of checking him out, but didn't cockily flirt with me.
"Meet my eyes." he said sternly.
I obediently looked up and met his gaze. His eyes searched my face, and after a few minutes of watching me squirm under his intense gaze, he sighed.
"How did you sleep?"
"I slept okay. I borrowed this shirt..."
"Its mine. You can keep it." He said in a clipped tone.
Oh.
Heat rose to my cheeks, so I looked at my feet instead which were doing a nervous tap dance.
"Do you want to eat something?" He asked suddenly.
"Yeah" I said quickly and immediately clapped a hand over my mouth.
He looked at me weirdly and went back to the counter.
"Bacon and eggs fine with you?" He asked. I nodded and suddenly realised that he couldn't see me.
"Sure."
"Okay."
An awkward silence crept into the room, and not knowing how to start a conversation, I just sat down on a stool and looked at him. He turned back for a second and his eyes widened when his eyes landed on me.
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