The Handsome Devil

Chapter 7 - Make yourself at home

Hearing the door open, Deya lifted her head from the table.

"So we meet again, Angel" Unknown face welcomed her from the doorway, the girl cautiously watching him as he ran fingers through his hair (picture on top).

Were good looks some kind of requirement to get into this gang? She couldn't help but think, as her eyes took in his whole appearance.

While Max was attractive in a bad boy kind of way, this man looked so normal she could imagine him as a firefighter, or even a policemen - the irony not lost on her. He would definitely look good in a uniform. An unknown voice in her head whispered and she couldn't help but blush.

As he walked towards her and leaned over, the situation seemed way too familiar. Mustering courage to look into his eyes, she gasped when the realisation hit her. The light blue eyes. It is the man from the garage. The same one that brought her food a couple of hours ago. However, his demeanour changed completely since then.

"I see you remember me." He winked and she forced herself to close her mouth.

"Didn't quite catch your name before, though" She tried to sound composed not to reveal his effect on her.

"Dylan" He chuckled and Deya couldn't help but think the name suited him just perfectly.

"I guess you're here to take me upstairs" She said more as a statement than a question.

Dylan nodded in response before frowning lightly.

"You know, the polite thing to do would be introducing yourself" He scolded her playfully.

Now it was time for Deya to frown, as she stood up to decrease their height difference.

"I'm sure you already know who I am" she couldn't help but sound bitter and while he chuckled in response, he did not correct her, meaning her words were true.

Taking few steps towards the door, she looked at him over her shoulder. "Besides, the polite thing would be not to kidnap an innocent girl, beat her up, and force her to join your gang as a cherry on top" She argued with pretended hurt before closing the distance to the door completely and waiting for him to open it.

He quickly rushed to unlock them, but not before leaning to her ear and whispering in unusually low voice: "Are you so sure about the innocent girl part?"

But he didn't wait for her to respond as he opened the door and walked up the stairs expecting her to follow him. For a second, she just stood there dumbfounded but she decided push her hammering heart aside as she took the stairs two at a time to catch up with Dylan.

. . .

Being on the second floor again, Deya glanced toward the door of Max's bedroom, remembering the first time she has been here.

"And this is you." Imagine the girl's surprise when she realised they have stopped in front of the door right opposite to Max's.

"I'm sleeping opposite to Max?" she blurted, realising little too late how stupid it sounded.

"Yes" Dylan nodded unable to suppress amused grin.

"Opposite to Max," he repeated, "and right next to me." He said the last part in whisper as his finger pointed to another door. The girl's cheeks immediately blushed. How is she gonna survive that?

Once she recollected herself, she opened the door to her new bedroom. It was simpler and more humble than Max's one, yet, it was more than she expected (picture below). There wasn't much except double-sized bed, two nightstands and a wardrobe, but their style and colours fit the room perfectly. The walls were covered by khaki wallpaper and her eyes immediately darted to the weird floral picture. However, she didn't point it out. It seemed to be exactly the kind of thing someone who knows nothing about girls would buy, but it meant they tried to make her feel more comfortable and she didn't want to spoil it, not knowing why exactly. Besides, the picture was creeping her out so it might lessen the guilt of allowing herself such comfort.