"Look, I'm not sure what's happening, but I'm feeling a little underdressed. Do you mind if I go put some clothes on and then we can figure this out?"
"Fine." He huffed as I turned back toward the master bedroom.
When I returned to the living room, he wasn't there and the front door was closed properly. I followed the noise of the coffee machine. He didn't hear me approach, so I was able to take him in as he moved around the kitchen like he was at home.
His jeans clung to his ass like they were made to measure, and he'd changed from a shirt to a long-sleeve T-shirt that fit his slim form perfectly.
When we'd met at the bar, he'd been sitting down, and then when I'd kissed him, my brain had been all but short-circuiting. All I remembered about him, apart from the feel of his body against mine and his soft sweet lips, were his eyes. That shade of dark chocolate I'd wanted nothing more than to indulge in.
I forced myself to look away and get my lust under control. The guy was too young, and I was definitely not on the market. For goodness sake, I loved my husband.
He went to the fridge and took the plates of ham and cheese, and I saw he had a few slices of bread ready to make a sandwich. Shit, maybe the guy lived here and this had been a mistake by the agency. To think, I actually thought the agency had been extra efficient by giving me some welcome groceries. Unfortunately, it was too late to call them and clarify, so we'd have to agree on some kind of arrangement for tonight.
"I'm sorry, I may have overreacted a little earlier," he said, "but I thought you were a burglar."
"Oh yes, the semi-naked burglar gang. I've recently been initiated." I chuckled and saw the tips of his ears go pink.
He didn't turn from his sandwich preparation. "I'm starving and assumed you might need something to eat, too. Is a sandwich okay?"
"Yes, thank you. You're right, you caught me just as I was on my way to prepare something to eat. I want to help, but I haven't been here long enough to locate the cups and cutlery."
"That cupboard, first door, bottom shelf, and the spoons are in that drawer." He pointed to the cupboard on his left-hand side.
Once I located the cups and filled them with fresh coffee, we sat at the table with our food.
"So," we both said at the same time.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Vítor, yours?"
He stopped what he was doing and stared at me for a few seconds before he shook his head like he was shaking an errant thought and put his hand out in my direction.
"I'm Tiago. Nice to meet you, Vítor."
We both laughed. We were introducing ourselves like we'd never met before when only days ago we'd had our tongues down each other's throats. Somehow, the moment dissipated some of the tension between us.
"This is my friend's apartment," he said. "Isaac lives in New York now. I'm staying here for the next two months while my place is remodeled. How is it that you had a key to get in?"
"I have a new job here in Lisbon. My partner's assistant arranged the rental. I had a few options for apartments and picked this one because of the view of the river. The agency sent me the contract and the keys, so I know I'm not in the wrong place."
Tiago's face dropped, and he put his sandwich down.
"I guess you have more right to be here than I do. Isaac was going to remove the apartment from the market, but my guess is this all happened too quickly." He paused like he was steeling himself to ask a very difficult question.
"Can I ask a favor? I can find somewhere else for tomorrow, but could I stay for tonight?"
Part of me was angry that he'd think I'd kick him out on the street just like that, but I also saw the vulnerability in his eyes.
"I've only been here long enough to unpack and take a shower, but I know there's a second room, probably the one you've been staying in since there were no personal belongings in the master bedroom."
"That used to be Isaac's room. I felt odd sleeping there, so I took the guest bedroom."
"Why don't you stay here as you planned."
He nodded, but he didn't look any happier with my offer.
"Oh, er, I'm not sure that's a good idea," Tiago said. "I mean, it’s for two months."
