Chapter 5 - His Princess

Liam, who was wearing only his boxers walked towards the door where an impatient but overly attractive woman was relentlessly knocking. She looked at her and did what he had to do.

“What?” She was about to knock again when he opened the door and instead of the hard wood, her knuckles touched his hard chest. She gasped as Liam took her hand and not so gently pushed her out of his room with him then closed his door.

“Breakfast is ready. Are you that hungry? You look like it.” He frowned as he stared at her flushed face. His closeness and the way his body lightly pressed on hers might have been the reason. He gently let go of her and nodded his head.

“Enough with the assumptions. Come on, let’s see what you prepared.” He didn’t even looked back when he walked towards the kitchen where he smelled something burnt. He could sense her distress as she followed him to the kitchen. She even tried to pull his arm and lead him to the Dining area instead.

“I tried but I’m not used to your appliances, so I ordered breakfast from the cafe across the street.” This made him turn and look at her. He noticed that she was still wearing her sleepwear and this made him groan.

“You went out wearing only that?” She frowned then smiled.

“Yes. You should have seen the faces of the people who saw me.” Liam saw the sly smirk on her face and he knew she was just trying to piss him off.

“Whatever. Come on, have breakfast. We’ll be leaving at thirty minutes past eight.” It was his turn to smirk.

“What?! I only have an hour to prepare? Do you even know what you’re asking me to do? Where are we going anyways?” She sat on the chair which Liam absentmindedly pulled for her before they started eating the bagels, croissant and assorted cheese Francesca bought from the coffee shop. Liam watched her as he sipped the brewed coffee. He smiled when he realized that she brewed the coffee herself and added just the right amount of sugar just the way he preferred.

“You’ll be going with me to the office. You are now hired as my trusted assistant.” She rolled her eyes and sipped her orange juice. If only she could spill the juice at him she would have done it.

“I’m done here. See you in an hour.” She walked towards one of the guestrooms and Liam could just stare at her retreating form. He closed his eyes, wanting to shut them tightly so as not to look at her behind. He began scolding himself not to stare at her backside and exposed legs. He wondered how he was going to do what his father and godfather wanted him to do.

How could he take care of her if what he really wanted to do was stay as far away from her as possible? Can she do it?