Chubby Chaser(22)

“Shut up, Vincent. I’ve got to go. Talk to you later.”

He entered the main reception and saw Elena already sitting with a clipboard on her lap.

She smiled at him as he entered. “Do you need me to do that?” he asked.

“Nope. It’s pretty standard stuff. In the year since I’ve been here, nothing has changed.” She filled in the forms, and took them back to the woman behind reception. “We just have to wait now.” She took a seat beside him, and rested her head on his arm. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“You hate me right now?”

“Nope. We’ve had an unlucky two dates. It means the third is going to be amazing.”

“You’re going to give me another chance.”

“Of course. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t.”

“What did it?” he asked. “My sparkling personality? Spicy food? What?”

“Your smile and your cake. That cake will get you whatever you want, Cole.” She winked at him, and with how close she was, everything else ceased to exist apart from her.

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Five stitches in Elena’s hand, along with a bandage to make sure she didn’t bang it up or hurt it in any way. This was so embarrassing. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Cole didn’t take her back home though. By the time they were finished at the hospital, it was after eleven at night.

“You’re not taking me home?”

“No. I was the one who hurt you, and now I’ll be the one to take care of you. After all those stitches, I think you need a slice of cake, and a cup of hot chocolate.”

She couldn’t believe how caring and sweet he was. Actually, she could believe it. Every time one of her cuts required attention at work, he’d always been there. When Deuce had taken care of it, Elena recalled Cole’s anger at not being consulted. Since then, Cole handled every single one of her injuries. She rather liked his attention, but then she always had.#p#分页标题#e#

Cole took the lead, entering his home, and he ordered her to sit on a chair at the kitchen counter, and not to touch a thing.

“I’m not dangerous, you know.”

“We sat in the hospital for over four hours because of your hand, Elena. Don’t touch anything.”

She heard him shutting up the curtains and putting a few lights on, before returning to the kitchen.

“You were really great today, thank you. You know, for being so utterly sweet.”

He took her hand, careful not to put any pressure on it, and turned it.

“I’ll have a scar. A second date reminder.”

Cole pressed a kiss to her bandaged arm. “Let me get you that cake.”

She sat back in her chair, watching as he moved around his space. “The renovations on this place must have been a nightmare to complete.”

“They were. I had to wait for some supplies to be delivered. It was a labor of love, still is. I was able to do most of the work myself. With the stuff I couldn’t, I gave an extra discount at the store for those that gave me a reasonable price for the work. It’s a family home, you know.”

“Where’s the family?”

“I’m working on it.” He stared at her, and she was sure he was trying to tell her something. She refused to be sucked in by that.

Cryptic wasn’t something she was ever good at, and she wasn’t about to start now. Pushing her hair off her face, she rested her bandaged hand on the counter. “Do you think I can get some time off with this?”

“Not a chance. Light duties only. I want to keep an eye on you.”

“My boss is a hard ass.”

“He is, and he’s also a caring ass.” He put a large slice of cake onto a plate, and put it in front of her. “Eat your cake, stop your moaning.”

“You’re a bossy boots,” she said, but didn’t argue.

He got to work doing the dishes as she ate the chocolate cake. Elena watched his ass as it moved around the kitchen. He really did jeans justice. Models didn’t have anything on him, but she knew he didn’t get it by going to a gym. Cole was a working boy.

She had promised herself that she wouldn’t sleep with him tonight, and that they’d just get to know each other. She wanted to know everything about him.

No sex tonight, but … she was struggling with her own decision. Would it be really wrong to turn him down? Did she even want to?

Cole made her feel everything, and no man had ever made her this crazy before.

“You have a nice ass,” she said, and then dropped her head down. “Ignore that.”

He laughed. “You think I’ve got a nice ass.”