Page 43 of Dance for Me

“Jack, this all looks incredible.” She stared at bacon, eggs, toast, and the pancakes. “I didn’t know you cooked.”

She couldn’t help it, her eyes wandered over his delicious body again. Everything about him was so chiseled and defined.

He leaned over the counter with his hands and his shoulder muscles flexed.

“Vanessa,” he gently moved her head up with a touch to her chin. “You’re playing a dangerous game eyeing me like that.”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry.” She placed her hand on her forehead and dipped down at her plate.

“I uh, went to text you to let you know that I made breakfast but you left your phone out here,” he picked it up. “Mr. Arrogant, huh.”

She snorted, “Oh shit, sorry, that was definitely before I really knew you and I guess I never changed it.”

He smirked, then frowned. “Doug texted you, too, not that I was looking but your phone lit up.”

She checked the messages but didn’t reply to him.

“You look cute in the mornings, you know that?” He sat down and jabbed a pancake with his fork, then took a gigantic bite.

Was he flirting with her and why was he flirting with her? Oh right, maybe because she was eye fucking him. “Thanks, but I don’t typically find myself with morning hair cute.”

He smirked. “I made coffee, too, help yourself and help yourself to anything else here.”

She coughed on her OJ. “Perfect, thank you.” He smiled and Vanessa blushed. “Um, do you mind if I go shower?”

“Towels are in the closet, in your bathroom.”

“Got it, thanks.” She got up and walked to her bedroom, closing the door. After she leaned her back against it and placed her hand on her racing heart.

“Get a grip V,” she pep talked to herself.

She found the towels, undressed, and then stepped inside the gigantic shower. The warm water felt amazing on her skin. She just couldn’t believe that she was here, showering in Jack’s penthouse. Absolutely crazy.

After she was done, she took the soft body towel and wrapped it around her. Fetching a pair of casual jeans and loose tank top, she got dressed. She tossed her hair around but figured she would just let it air dry.

She didn’t see Jack when she walked out of her bedroom, but instead she saw a note on the counter.

Went to talk with my guys. Be back soon.

Make yourself at home, but don’t leave and

don’t answer the door for anyone.

Jack

Well, considering it was a Sunday, she wouldn’t have many places to go. She usually bummed around anyway and worked on her sketches. She would have to make an appearance at her apartment at some point to check on Sprinkles though. She left enough food out, but only for a day or so.

She walked around Jack’s penthouse, taking it all in. “Holy crap.”

The view was better than she thought during the day. It overlooked Manhattan with the Hudson River in the distance. This view kicked her balcony's ass for sure. She left the window to look around some more. Walking over to the pool table, she ran her fingers over the felt, wishing that she knew how to play. In the corner, left of the table, was a guitar leaning against the wall. She wondered if Jack even played because adding guitar player to his already perfect profile would be dangerous but she wouldn’t mind seeing that.

She looked around for pictures but saw nothing, no photo albums, no pictures with buddies, old girlfriends. Hell, no family photos, nothing.

“You are definitely a mystery, Jack Angelos.”

She decided to sketch as she waited for him to get back. Hopefully, he would have some good news to tell her. She’d be happy when the creep was found or at least she’d be happy if he stopped sending her fan mail.

She sat there listening to the music that she played from his overhead speakers. A little Death Cab for Cutie this morning sounded nice.

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