Page 20 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

He looked shocked to see me standing there. “Amber! What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you.” He gestured at his state of sweatiness.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead of time. This was sort of spur of the moment. I wanted to see you and just grabbed a bottle wine on the way out the door.”

“Come in, please.” I entered his foyer and he closed the front door. “How did you get passed the locked entrance of the building?”

“Umm, I lucked out and arrived at the same time someone in your building was going in. So, they let me in.”

He huffed a laugh. “So much for security. Anyway, excuse my sweatiness. I just came back from a run.”

“It’s perfectly okay. I just thought I’d pop by to apologize for the other night when I got so upset. And I brought a little peace offering,” I held up the bottle of wine I’d brought with me.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. Let me take that from you.”

I handed him the wine and we walked into the kitchen, where he uncorked it and poured us both a glass.

No going back, even though half of me wanted to run away, scared that he had already decided to shut himself off from me and put me in the friend zone. I focused on my resolve to convince Christos to give us a chance.

“Do you often run at this time of night?”

“Actually, no. I normally run in the morning, but I woke up late today due to an event that ran late last night.”

“Oh really? What kind of event?”

“Oh, just a mixer for the Classics faculty.”

He didn’t seem to want to talk about it so I didn’t push any further. I took a glass from him and sipped the wine. It was a Chablis, which had sat in my fridge all day, which meant it was perfectly chilled.

We sat at the kitchen island, Christos sitting opposite me, so close yet not close enough. I could feel myself tremble as I looked at his handsome face. His beautiful, upturned lips distracted me and I started to feel warm remembering how they felt when he kissed me.

Christos cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I go for a quick shower? I’m all sweaty and need to wash up.”

“No, not at all.”

He left the kitchen and went to have his shower. I picked up my wine glass and went into the living area. He didn’t have much in the way of personal effects or photos of his family, apart from one picture which I assumed was of his sister. It was strange that he didn’t have anything else, although I supposed that was probably just his aesthetic, minimalism or something. Mind you, he had said he wasn’t close to his family. Then I supposed this is what happens when you grow up. You don’t keep walls of pictures like I had in my dorm room.

I could hear him humming to himself, a sort of tuneless drone. I smiled. Not a songbird then. At least he wasn’t too perfect. I was drawn to the door of the bedroom which was open. There he was, toweling off, his back to me, naked in all his glory. I just stood there watching him, my mouth slightly ajar, lost in the beauty of this Greek god who looked like he had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.

He turned around and froze as he saw me standing in the doorway. I gasped and looked away. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I was standing staring at you…”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before,” he chuckled, easily shrugging off the intrusion.

"No, it looks just as nice as I remembered.”

Silence.

We stared at each other.

I felt a throb in between my legs. A sharp ache that told me that I definitely wasn’t just there for the wine.

Suddenly, I was in his arms and we were kissing as though we were giving each other lifesaving oxygen. I didn’t know how I’d moved from the doorway to the middle of the bedroom but somehow I had as I held on to his neck for dear life.

He smelled so fresh and clean, his skin was cool to the touch. He had goosebumps on his arms and I could feel them as I ran my hands down his arms and clasped his hands.

We came up for air and gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Should we be doing this?” He asked, a questioning look on his face.

“I don’t know…”

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