"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦
Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the...
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"DO YOU NOT like my jeans either?" she asked sadly before looking down at her pants. They were just regular basic blue jeans. There wasn't anything that truly set them apart from the other jeans out in the world.
"I'd like you without them," he told her honestly. Her brows furrowed before she folded her arms over her chest. She knew exactly what he was trying to do, but she wasn't going to allow him to succeed.
"Your food is getting cold," Avelina stated, bending down to pick up the tray he had placed on the floor. She looked at him to see his eyes burning into her own.
"It's too late for me to eat at this time," he spoke. She frowned at his response as she looked at the food in her hands. It took her a while to make his lunch.
"I was looking for you throughout this huge house," she pointed out sadly. He reached over and grabbed a towel before running it through his hair. She took that time to quickly assess his body once more. He was definitely muscular and tall, and as she looked even more-her eyes inspected his package. Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson color as she quickly looked away just as he placed the towel back where it was.
With that, Avelina placed the tray back onto the floor.
"Can you do hair?" He questioned. Her brows raised, not expecting that question but she was quick to nod her head. He handed her an elastic leaving her to grab onto it. He sat down on the comfy chair as she stared at him in confusion.
He turned to look at her with a blank expression on his face before sighing. "Are you mentally slow? I presumed that by me asking if you knew how to do hair, handing you a hair tie, and turning around that it would be enough of an implication."
"Yeah, I'm sorry," she muttered feeling her cheeks heat up even more. She walked up to him with an unsteady breath. Due to how tall he was, she had to get up on her knees atop the cushioned chair he was sitting in.
Avelina steadied herself by gripping his shoulder leaving her heart to skip a beat. His skin was still wet, but it was soft and rigid. She brought her hand up to his long strands of hair. It was a nice brown color and it fit him perfectly. She used her finger to comb through it as everything felt like it was happening in slow motion.
Her fingers grazed his scalp, and she could tell that he liked it based on the way his eyes closed. She found herself enjoying it as well. Every time she grazed his skin, he leaned back farther into her.
