“Never mind. Wait.” He opens the fridge and pulls out a small white bottle. I watch as he twists the cap off and pours just a bit into the bottom of both mugs. “Skip the honey and try this cream instead. It’s excellent with chai.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Here’s a few cookies too.” He tosses a pack of gingersnaps at me. “They go with the tea nicely.” He shrugs. “You’ll impress him.”
“Thanks, man.”
Whisper grabs a bag of chips from the pantry and salutes me as he leaves the kitchen. I hurry up the back stairs, even though I’m sure by morning everyone will know I have someone in my room. It is, after all, the first time.
When I enter my room it’s humid and warm and Cashmere is sitting on my love seat, wrapped only in a towel, his elegant legs crossed. He’s tapping on his phone and hasn’t noticed me yet.
Fucking hell, he’s beautiful all stripped down. No makeup, hair wet, no fancy outfit. Just him.
He notices me and his brow creases slightly. “I didn’t hear you come in. Should call you Stealth instead of Specter.”
“We already have a guy named Stealth.” I set the tea down. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better after the shower. Thank you.”
“Sure.” I pour tea into the mugs and stir it around. “Um, there’s cream in it. Whisper says it goes great with chai. I hope you like it.”
“Whisper?” He nods. “Specter, Stealth. Everyone you know has a weird code name?”
“Everyone I work with, yeah.” I cross the space and open adresser drawer, digging out a T-shirt. Then, from another drawer, I grab a pair of shorts. “Will these work for tonight?”
His face lights up. “Thank you.”
“Of course. In the morning we can go get anything you need from your place.”
His brow creases again and for a moment I think he’s going to argue, but he just nods. “Okay.”
“What do you want to do about work?”
“What does that mean?” he asks, reaching for a mug.
I watch him sip his tea. His face lights up, sending bolts of pure satisfaction through me.
“Good?”
“Great. What do you mean about work?”
“Do you still want to go?”
“I have to.”
“I’m sure we could work something out.”
He noticeably bristles. “I can’t just stop living my life. Besides, that’s probably the best place to be if we want to find out who’s behind this.”
I nod. “You have a point. I’ll have to work it out with my boss, but I’ll be there, or worst case, someone from my team will.”
He looks like he wants to argue again, but he just nods and sips his tea. “Your team. Is this the part where you tell me what you do for work?”
“Are you in my bed?”
“Apparently, I will be.”
“You know what I mean by that.”
