It's Never Easy - Boudreaux Universe - Page 18

“Well, if you had told me before you went in there, I wouldn’t have ventured to it to see if you wanted something to eat.”

“There is food in the kitchen. In future, I’d prefer you onsite during lunch in the event I need you for something,” he tells me, ignoring my earlier comment.

“I will make a note,” I tell him. “I always enjoyed being outdoors. The fresh air will help me work through problems if they occur.” I don’t know why I’m telling him this. It has no bearing on our relationship, but he doesn’t respond, merely nods, rises, and makes his way inside.

He is a strange man.

And I can’t stop my curiosity from wanting to know more.Chapter 9JulianI didn’t want to come inside and hide in my studio. The craving I had to sit and talk to her, to learn about her, gripped me far too much. I hear her tapping away in the office. With the vents that lead through each room, it’s easy to listen to her. She talks on the phone, and I notice how professional she sounds. Even at her age, nobody would realize she’s only in her early twenties. She speaks with maturity far beyond her years.

When we had our little spat in the garden earlier, all I wanted was to pull her into my arms and inhale her scent. To steal her lips and make her shut up and listen to me. My body felt the pull toward her, but I fought it. I made sure all I had was anger at the way she retorted.

The fire blazed in her eyes, making every inch of me stand at attention. I glance at the clock and note it’s almost five. Perhaps I should offer her a ride home before heading to Eli’s place.

Setting down my laptop, I shut it and head into the office where I find her still at the desk. Her bun has come loose, and there are dark tendrils that frame her heart-shaped face. She looks like one of those porcelain dolls with rosy cheeks and wide eyes.

“Did you want a ride home? I’m heading out tonight,” I speak, causing her to snap her gaze up in surprise. I can be nice when I want to be. I mean, I’m not a complete monster. But the way she’s looking at me right now, I realize if I had said that to her, she wouldn’t agree.

“Yes, thank you.” A smile lights her face, and I can’t stop my need for her from twisting in my gut. I really need to find someone to bring home tonight. Perhaps I can fuck away this frustration.

“I’ll be in the kitchen.” I turn and leave, needing to put more space between us. This was a bad idea. Having her in my car so close by is going to be difficult. Already my focus has been stolen by her. I completed another two paintings this afternoon. That’s how much she’s affected me.

When Nea arrives in the kitchen, she’s smiling at her cell phone, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s talking to a boyfriend. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me before. I know she was living in Italy for a year, but now that she’s back, has she reunited with someone?

“Thank you again for the offer. I would’ve called an Uber or something,” she tells me after slipping her phone into her purse.

“I’d prefer you not being out alone at night,” I inform her, unsure where my protectiveness is coming from. “If you do go out, then take your boyfriend or some friends.” I grab my keys and head for the door.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, or any friends here. I only just moved back to the States, and since I left my old life behind before my move to Italy, I’ve not had time to really get to know anyone yet,” she tells me in her melodic voice as we reach the car and I open the passenger door for her.

“So, you’re here all alone?” I ask the moment I slip into the driver’s seat. The engine purrs to life, and I pull out onto the driveway.

“Pretty much,” Nea says, shrugging it off as if it doesn’t bother her, but when I glance at her, I notice the schooled expression she’s trying to hold falters. For a moment, I wonder if she’d want to join me for dinner with Eli, but then I rethink it. If I did take her to my best friend’s house, I’d be questioned by him nonstop. And that’s not something I can handle because I have no answers for the questions he’d pose.

She’s an employee.

But even as I glance at her, I know that something is shifting between us. There’s tension hanging thickly there, and I can’t deny I think she’s captured my attention.

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