“Are you okay?”Lara asks, taking a seat next to me on the couch.
“Sort of,” I answer, knowing the boys went out for their second jog of the day. Keller mumbled something about needing to run off some frustration.
I took care of my frustration by dipping my nose in the kitchen and sniffing around for something sweet. Imagine my disappointment when I came up completely short. Freaking health nuts with their morning workouts and their healthy soups. I clung to a loaf of bread and took three large bites before sticking it back in the breadbasket.
“It’s only been a week of this training, but it feels like a never-ending form of persecution. And the strange thing is, I know Keller can be more fun, I’ve seen it. But when we get in that room, it’s like he shuts down and becomes a robot.”
The front door opens, bringing in a whip of wind that floats through the living room before the door quickly shuts. Keller stands in the entryway, sweat dripping down his brow, heaving heavily, looking as if he just ran a marathon rather than went out for a casual jog. When he looks in our direction, our eyes connect, and something magnetic forces me to keep my eyes on him.
Call it our mirrored frustration.
Call it the crazy pull I feel between us, but his eyes remain on mine as well while he continues to breathe heavily.
Proud chest, sweat dripping down his neck to the collar of his shirt, rosy cheeks from the stark winds... he’s still so freaking yummy to look at, even though he’s absolute torture to be around.
I wet my lips.
His eyes fixate on my mouth.
We stare for a few more beats before Brimar steps into the castle, places his hand on Keller’s shoulder, and whispers something. Keller nods and heads up the stairs. Wonder what that could’ve been about?
Doesn’t matter. I turn back to Lara, only to catch her staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Oh boy, I can’t wait to see how this turns out.”
“How what turns out?” I ask her.
“That energy between you two.”
“There’s no energy,” I lie, because, yeah, there’s energy. There’s attraction, there’s annoyance, and there’s frustration. Some might say it’s a lethal combination.
“Lara,” Brimar calls out from their room. “Can you help me with something?”
Lara stands from the couch but grips my shoulder before she leaves. “There’s energy, and I’m just waiting for the moment when it’s going to explode.” Then she takes off.
Explode?Pfft. Sure, as I said, a lethal combination, but would it really set me off?
No.
Because here’s the thing: we all know there’s some attraction there, I’ve been quite frank about how hot he is, but given the man’s stiff upper lip, I doubt anything will happen. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s wearing a miniature chastity belt over the head of his cock to prevent him from ever having sex. Not that I’m here to have sex with an infuriating man-beast. My purpose of being here in this castle isn’t to seek out an orgasm, but to learn about what my future could be like.
Although, a freaking orgasm might help the tension.
It would help the tension between everyone. And when I sayeveryone, I mean Keller and me. There’s no tension between Brimar and Lara, and it’s probably because they’re giving each other ORGASMS.
Grumbling to myself, I stand from the couch and head up the stairs to my bedroom to check my phone. I texted Timmy earlier, letting him know I’m still alive. I’m hoping he responded.
When I make it to my bedroom, I sit on my bed and pick up my phone from the nightstand. He did text back. I open the text.
Timmy:Took you long enough! God, woman. I’m over here, selling bikinis, trying to act all casual, like my best friend isn’t in some foreign country.
I chuckle and start to text back when the clearing of a throat interrupts me.
I raise my head to find Keller standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his arms braced in the doorframe, his torso completely bare, and his shorts riding dangerously low on his hips.
Yes... sir.
