Parker Lane

Chapter 3- Mr. Lane

"Can you not sneak up on me like that?" Bewildered by his sudden announcement, I place a hand over my chest and take deep calming breaths.

"Stop overreacting. Here have some water." He hands over the glass to me after giving me a straight stare.

I look suspiciously at the glass. Who knows what's in there. Not taking my chances, nope.

"How do I know there isn't any foreign item in there that's clearly not meant to be inside?"

He rolls his eyes at me. Shrugs his shoulders and sets the glass on the table.

"Honestly, I could care less about what you know and do not know. But I know one thing. You're someone special to Angelo and I cannot possibly mess with someone who is a good friend of his."

Crossing my arms over my chest. I glare at him. The nerve of this guy. Yes it is true that I am special to Angelo. Not trying to brag or anything but the man owes me a lot. As I do him. Its a two way street for both of us. And I'll be damned if I said I don't care about him. He's one of the very few who actually count for me. Who have looked out for me.
Also, the fact that the movement of me crossing my arms over my chest didn't go unnoticed by him. His eyes were instantly at my chest and a sudden look flashed through them before he looked away. Huh. Untouchable.

"Well you got that one right." I muttered under my breath as I bend down to take off my shows and settle on the couch.

"I'd like to freshen up before I begin. Are you going to stay here or you got anything better to do?" I ask him as I stretch my toes out getting comfortable after the long flight and the drive back to the suite.

"Well as much as I'd like to leave and tend to other much important matters, I have to stay here. The washroom is attached to the bedroom." He says with a tone of finality and shrugs off his jacket resting it on the kitchen chair.

I get up from the couch and pad my way across the hallway. As I'm leaving to go into the bedroom, a thought comes to my mind. Deciding no better time then the present, I turn around to face him.

"Before I leave, you never told me your name."
I look at him expectantly. Well now or never mister mystery.

He looks up from his resting position on the kitchen chair. His gaze unwavering, holding mine captive. He gets up from the chair, movements slow and calculated. Stopping right in front of me. He rakes a hand through his short buzz.

" I'm Parker. Parker Lane." He finishes.

"Well nice to meet you Parker." The name rolls of my tongue just like any other would. Or so I tell my mind.

"Also, before 'we' get started." He starts as he walks back into the kitchen and I hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing.

"What do you mean?"

"You said before I begin. Earlier. I'd like to get myself in the loop of this."

"We'll see" I give his nonexistent back a pointed stare as he is rummaging in the kitchen, invisible to me.

He won't know what he is messing with. That Parker Lane. Who does he think he is? Trying to get involved in my business. I am perfectly capable of doing things on my own. Always have. I don't need some macho good looking hot headed piece of arrogance prying into my business. Wouldn't you like that. My inner voice whispers. Betraying my mind. Betraying any logical sense that is within me. Rest assured, he will not be a problem for me. I will not allow myself to be swayed.

I get rid of my clothes and shut the bathroom door behind me. Getting a quick shower, I come out and wear the new set of clothes for the day. A lot needs to be accomplished today. Let's not waste any more time thinking about a certain someone parked in the hall/kitchen.