Page 32 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

A pink suit that somehow brings out the warmth of her cheeks and the color of her eyes, and makes her hair even brighter. She looks even more like a fairy than she did the day we met, and what I wouldn't give to go to her and kiss those blushed cheeks, those lips, and maybe down the line of her neck. Peeling that suit off her inch by inch.

"Adam."

I shake my head at the sound of my name. “Yeah"

"She just said hello to you," Jake says with a smug smirk that tells me I must have been looking at her like an idiot.

Jeez. “What is it about her that makes us make a fool of ourselves?” I ask Sam, partially because I don't know the answer myself. I don't know why I'm so moved by her when I don't even know her. I don't know if she cheated on her partner to sleep with us. I don't know if she's rude to restaurant staff or kicks babies in her free time. I don't know anything beyond her name and the fact that she looks like she should be some princess of the fae.

God, even that thought is so sickeningly sappy, I can't believe I had it.

"It's nice to see you again," I manage finally, and she shoots me a quick smile before she tears her gaze away, looking at everything but us.

"Your home is lovely," she says.

"Yeah, it is, especially at night," Jake responds, and his follow-up wink has her face heating up again.

"Yeah," she laughs nervously and clears her throat. "Anyway, we should get started. I have the presentation all here–"

"What's the hurry?" Jake interrupts. "We haven't even had breakfast yet, and I doubt you have either."

"Oh, I don't eat breakfast."

"Can't have that. It's the most important meal of the day. Or at least that's what my grandmother used to say. I'll make you some toast and eggs. How do you like it?"

"Um...actually I don't...I don't want any toast and eggs. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I just want to get through the presentation if that's okay."

"Sure thing," I say. “How about some coffee though? Would you like some?”

“Sure,” she says.

“Black okay.”

“Yeah it’s fine. Now, the presentation…”

“Let's sit on the couch, that's more comfortable,” I say.

She shoots me a grateful look as we arrange ourselves on the sectional, with her between me and Jake and Sam on the other end, still giving her that 'stare'.

Tone it down, Sam.

She takes a sip of the coffee, and can’t hide her wince.

It’s clear that black coffee isn’t her thing, which makes me think she only said yes to it because she was nervous.

She put it down and clears her throat. "Okay, here's what I was thinking..."

“The coffee okay?” Jake asks, as Sam gets up and heads to the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure.”