Alice Epione starts a new job, one that should finally jumpstart her career. She soon finds out that her dream job comes with a catch, a tall, dark, and handsome one at that.
Will she face the challenge and turn Elijah Howell's world upside down? O...
Just this morning did I tell Mason that the last thing I want is to get involved with Alice.
Why the fuck do I have this kind of reaction to her then? Why does she have to look so fucking good, even when she just fell into a damn cactus...
But of course she has to be nosy, too. I noticed the way she glanced at my knee, and her questions were annoying as hell, honestly. I don't want to talk about it, especially not to this woman who moved in with me for money, literally.
I have to remind myself of that. I have to remember that she's only living with me because she signed a contract that obliges her to be here. And it's not like we're getting to know each other. All I know about her is that she's a cook.
No idea why she's working with my father, now that I think about it... I generally don't know much about her.
Like, actually anything.
The question is, do I want to change that?
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"Elijah?" Alice's voice, followed by a knock on the door, makes me look up from the book I'm reading.
"Yeah?"
I wonder what she wants.
She steps inside, her hair tied into a messy bun that, once again, looks way too good, her blonde hair framing her face like she was a piece of art. "Are you hungry? I made lasagna."
Her smile seems actually genuine when she wipes her palms on her jeans, somewhat seeming anxious but confident at the same time. She has this weird vibe about her in general, and I can't deny that I both hate and adore it, somehow.
"Yeah, I guess," I answer, suddenly realizing that I am actually hungry, and I somehow want to see her cooking skills, too.
"Good, I'll go set the table then." She spins around and walks off, leaving me both confused and for some reason turned on. What the hell is this woman doing to me?
I place the book about Greek mythology on the table and make my way over to Alice, who just now pulls a tray of lasagna out of the oven and places it on the table. She looks proud, somehow. A smile tugs on her lips as she takes a seat, suddenly spotting me at the other side of the kitchen.
"That looks good," I say as I approach the table before I take a seat in front of her.
"Thanks. It is good, too. Even though I had to improvise in the spice department. Salt and pepper are not really spices, you know?" She almost smiles at me, but I feel attacked somehow. I moved in here this morning myself, it's not like I had the time to go grocery shopping. I'm glad she managed to make this lasagna from scratch to begin with.
"Wow. Someone's overconfident..." I mumble, the irritation more than clear in my voice.
"Why don't you go ahead and try it before you accuse me of shit you don't know about?" she retorts, and her words make me look at her with wide eyes.
