Page 90 of The Silencer

Worth it, I think as I take another swig of the tea.

As I continue to pick at the plate of treats Agatha gave me, I focus on working on my homework. An hour later, Agatha breaks me out of my intense focus and gestures to the cake stand.

“Would you like to help me bring this in, dear?” she asks.

I stretch and I nod. “Did Kingston arrive yet?” I ask, thankful I remembered his name.

“Oh, yes. You just missed him. You were very absorbed in your homework.”

As I pick up the platter, Teddy tuts at me.

I roll my eyes and grin at my friend. “I won’t drop your creations, bud,” I reassure him, following a bustling Agatha into Anthony’s office. She’s carrying a tray with tea, milk, and sugar as I follow behind with the cakes.

Anthony is seated in a chair opposite his guest, a handsome man who gives off a distinguished air. He’s wearing a three-piece suit and has his legs crossed showing off very expensive shoes. His dirty-blond hair is parted on the side and his face is perfectly shaven. I can’t help it when my eyes roam over him, taking him in.

I might be Anthony’s, but I can appreciate a work of art when I see one.

“Thank you, Aggie,” Anthony says as I set the cakes down on the coffee table, near Anthony’s British visitor. She leans down and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before adding, “Come and see me when you’re done, young man. I have something for you.”

“Will do, Ms. Aggie,” the man says, and Agatha bustles out. I should follow her, but I don’t. I’m too intrigued.

“And who’s this?” Kingston asks, his accent thick and quite sexy.

“I’m Tatum,” I say before Anthony can answer and then wave my hand at the cakes. “My bodyguard made these specifically for you. Would you like some?”

Anthony shifts behind me, but I ignore him, watching as the man smiles, his blue eyes twinkling.

“I would like that, thank you. Why don’t you choose for me?”

I beam at him and then take a seat on the couch near him, piling up a plate of all my favorites and handing it to him. “Which one’s your favorite?” he asks me, and I stare down at it, biting my lip.

“This one,” I say, pointing to the Victoria sponge cake.

“By all means, then,” he parts his lips, and I stare at him. Is he flirting with me? Oh, how flattering, I think as I pop the cake between his lips and watch as he chews. His eyelids flutter, and I hear Anthony grumble behind me.

I don’t look though, just wait in anticipation as Kingston swallows.

“Wonderful,” he says, licking his lips. He leans forward to pour himself a cup of tea and I peer over at Anthony. He’s frowning, a hand rubbing ominously across his jaw.

“Tatum. Come here,” he says lowly, and Kingston chuckles.

I stand up and move toward him as he points to his lap.

I roll my eyes. “I mean, can you say please at least?”

Kingston bites back a cackle, and Anthony mutters under his breath. I don’t actually hear please, but he looks annoyed enough. So I settle on his thighs, his hand automatically going to my stomach and pulling me back against his chest.

Kingston grins at us as he takes a sip of his tea.

“Ah, I see.”

“Yes, you do see. Now, Kingston, can we get back to it?”

He nods as he pops another cake into his mouth. “These really are very good. Almost like I’m back home.”

“Hm,” Anthony replies, his hand moving under my shirt and making me shiver against him. “Kingston was Diablo and Angelo’s tutor. He came for a visit while in town.”

I nod, shifting a little on Anthony’s lap.

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