Do not cross the line

Chapter 12

He moved his leg away from yours, while he landed his eyes on the paper front of him, the white paper turning in red in his retinals when he saw only red.

Were you flirting with Flynn?

He and Flynn had flirted with the same girl before, of course, they did. It was their friendly competition, to see which one has d more charm to get the girl into bed.

But always they had made the deal before. Now they haven't talked about it, not in your case.

And Flynn has clearly noticed that Sam had flirted with you too, so why he hasn't said anything to Sam, to ask him about the competition?

Not that Sam had accepted the deal.

He had chosen to make you his, and that was what he was going to do.

You were different. You weren't like all those girls they had played this game.

You were so much more than that.

"Boss?" - Sam's head snapped up, him seeing all heads turned toward him, looking at him with confused, waiting for him to say something.

He had no idea what was going on. He was so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't listened at all what there had been talking about.

His brows knitted together when he moved his eyes from meeting a pair of other to another.

Until hos hazel-brownish locked with yours. The kindness and warmth reflected from your eyes, from those gorgeous eyes.

And he couldn't turn his eyes from you, but he needed to, so he forced himself to move his head to look the rest of the crew, a smile appearing on his face.

"Let's get to work then."

Everybody started to get up from their seats, and you did the same. When Flynn stood up, he patted Sam's shoulder, saying something about 'Good job boss' to hin, before he followed Chloe to the door.

Sam stayed at his place, to the top of the table, looking how everybody left the room, his eyes fixed on you, he saw how you were smiling and looking at Flynn when he walked out from the room with you.

When the door got closed after last person stepping out, Sam sighed deeply, brushing his hand through his hair while he was thinking.

How would he get closer to you? Flynn will work with you every day in the same room, he would see you only when you would visit his room or for a lunch.

Lunch.

His eyes snapped open. That was it. He could ask you to go lunch with him again, there would be just the two of you, and you would focus only on him.

He got up fast from his chair, rushing to the door and opening it, seeing how you were talking with Flynn and Chloe in the hallway.

He cleared his throat, fixed his vest and determined, his back straight he walked toward you.

"Y/N, may I speak with you?" - he smiled when he reached your group, your smile what you gave to him made his heart beat faster on his chest.

Flynn and Chloe continued their way and you turned to look at Sam, waiting for him to tell you what h has to say.

You looked deep into his eyes and saw how they made a fast glance down at your lips before they were locked with your eyes again. You couldn't help it when the corner of your lip raised up, and you bit your lower lip to not to smile more wider.

"So, the first day at the studio. What you say about a lunch to celebrate your first day?" - Sam smiled charmingly his brows raising high to his forehead, the wrinkles getting more deepness when he did that.

"Sure, Chloe and Harry asked me the same thing, we should all go together." - you smiled back at him, and you saw how he looked past you when he looked at Harry standing at the end of the hall, smirking at him.

He squeezed his hands into the fist, when he had the eager to go and punch his best friend to his face, he was so irritated by Harry's actions with you.

But by that Harry would know what was the deal, if Sam just goes and says to him that you were his, Harry would continue his behavior toward you, just to irritate Sam. He knew there was no way you would choose Harry, he was that confidence in himself, but he couldn't deny there wasn't a slight change that you would choose Harry...

And if you do that, choosing his best friend over him... He would not make it through.

You were special.

And he needed you.

You were his.

And he would do anything to make that to happen.

You stared at Sam with confusing when you saw how he tensed when you asked him to join you and Harry. You wondered did he noticed how you flirted with Harry at the meeting.

Was he jealous?

Was there a change that he would feel the tension between you two?

Was he irritated that Harry had better access to flirt with you when you were about to work with him in the same room?

Was he fearing he would not have a change?

Your stomach twirled to the idea of Sam trying to do his best to compete against his best friend when he tried to make you fall into his strong muscled arms.

And you were more than excited to see him doing that.

So you smiled and reached your hand, touched softly his arm, feeling how he shivered under your touch and he focused on your face again.

"I would love to if you join us." - you told him with a low voice, seeing how his pupils widened for a second when he heard your words.

"Sure. Why the hell not." - he answered you with a wink, and you were ready to jump to his neck and kiss him, to ask him to take you into his room and fuck you against his door.

But you swallowed the lump away from your throat, nodding and taking your hand away from his arm, turning around and starting to walk toward Harry, while you felt Sam's eyes on your ass.

Chloe walked from her room, asking if you were ready to go.

"Yeah, I'll just take my bag from my room. I invited Sam with us if it's okay?" - you stopped for a moment, to hear their answer, but when all they do was nodding, you continued your way to your room to grab your bag.

You hated when Harry wanted to go to the same restaurant where you and Sam were eating last week. Sam tried to tell you to go some other place, but you realized that you would see how Sam was going to act if that same waitress was working there who he was fucking in his office less than a week ago. So you joined Harry's idea, telling how you loved the food last time and how you wanted to visit it again.

And when Chloe joined you and Harry, Sam was powerless against the three of you, and when you walked inside, he hoped from the deep down his heart that the waitress was not working there.

But his hope turned to disappointment when he saw that familiar face greeting your group and leading you to the table.

The four of you sat down at the table, Harry and Chloe to the other side, and you and Sam to the other. Sam was pleased you sat next to him, but when he noticed Harry sat opposite of you, he saw red.

When the waitress came, Sam ordered some champagne to celebrate your first day, not answering the waitresses flirting temptations, barely even looking at her.

You noticed that, and you also noticed how the waitress gave you a cold look before she went to get your drink.

You turned to look at Harry to ask him about how he got interested of the animation, when you felt how a hand landed on your thigh under the table and you flinched, looked down, and saw Sam's huge palm squeezing slightly your leg.