Somebody Needs To Get This

"I don't have a lot of food at home. I'm not exactly home often enough to prepare five-star dinners, but I have James now, my British butler. You can ask him to cook any you want."

His eyes meet mine, sending butterflies soaring up the walls of my stomach. "The bedroom is next to the living room, and the bathroom I believe we passed on our way here."

I nod. "Okay."

After retaining eye contact for more than a minute, he continues walking, leaving me wondering what he sees when he looks at me.

"And this is where the food is made."

I follow him into his kitchen and take a seat while Axel searches his fridge with darting eyes.

The outline of his muscles is visible through his white t-shirt, and his corded arm with a tattoo running under the fabric makes it hard to peel my eyes off him. He must be over six feet tall, and I would guess he is thirty-something.

"I have bread and yogurt. Are you fine eating that?"

I sourly throw him a look. "I can't ask for more when you have so kindly taken