Magma is leaning on the side of my desk. I didn’t hear him come up at all.
“You scared me.” I press a hand to my chest. “How does such a big guy like you move so quietly?”
“My apologies.” His mouth tips up at one corner. “It’s all my years of training. When did you last eat?”
“Um.” I have to think about it. “Shit! I think it was lunch, although I only ended up eating half a sandwich in the car. I somehow forgot about food with all the goings-on. That’s not like me at all.” I widen my eyes.
“I’m sending one of my guys for food. I figured the rest of us could probably use something. You want in?”
And just like that, my stomach decides to make itself known. It growls so loudly that we both hear it. There is no hiding it. I press a hand against it, as if that will somehow walk back the sound.
He laughs, and I find myself laughing too.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says.
“That would definitely be a yes.”
“What would you like? There’s a twenty-four-hour burger place up the road. There’s also a pizza place that does late delivery, and a Chinese restaurant a couple of blocks over. Pick your poison.”
“I’ll just have whatever everyone else is having. Honestly, I’m not picky.”
“I’m asking you, Carla. What doyouwant?”
The way he says it doesn’t allow for an out. I look up at him.
His vivid green eyes are focused entirely on me. I get to pick. Somehow, that makes me feel special, which is really sad considering it’s only takeout.
“I could murder a cheeseburger,” I admit.
He smiles.
“Actually, wait.” I glance at the clock on my screen. “It’s almost three in the morning. That’s more breakfast than dinner. Could I do a bacon-and-egg burger instead? If it isn’t a hassle.” I raise my brows.
“Actually, I think it sounds fantastic. That’s probably what I’ll go for too.” He smiles, and a big dimple appears.
“Would fries be out of the question?” I widen my eyes.
“Fries were a given. Who has a burger without fries?” he asks. “And a double thick shake.”
“Strawberry?” I ask.
“I was thinking chocolate, but strawberry is good too.”
“Then, yes. Please. Thank you. You are the best.”
He smiles wider. “I like a female who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to eat it all.”
“Oh, I am very much not afraid to eat.”
He laughs again. “I’ll go take the rest of the orders and have you fed in no time.”
“Thank you.”
He turns to go.
I watch him walk away. He has an easy, unhurried walk. His suit jacket is off, and his shoulders fill out his shirt, which still looks newly pressed, even at this hour. His hair is quite long, thick and wavy. His trousers fit him very, very well…like a glove. His ass is meaty and?—
Oh no.
