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“Don’t you dare.”

That was the last thing I remembered, his cock still hard inside me, my body draped over his, and the slow movement of his hips shifting, carefully, slowly fucking me again as I closed my eyes and sleep finally took me.

CHAPTER 13

ADRIAN

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I was on my feet in an instant. Adrenaline coursed through my body as I shot out of bed, eyes wide as I scanned the room for an attacker. I relaxed my fighting stance when I didn’t see anyone else in the room. I wasn’t overseas. I was back home, in the bedroom of my apartment.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The loud knocking was less jarring now that I knew where I was.

“Adrian! I know you’re in there! Stop hiding my motherfucking coffeemaker!” Evelyn yelled through the door.

We had given her keys to all of our apartments, but she hadn’t used them yet. Instead, apparently, she was choosing violence this morning.

I glanced at my alarm clock. 6:30 a.m. I had slept in. We were all trying to go into the office later, because it was the only way to keep Evelyn home later and not constantly at work. It seemed that my body had finally adjusted to the later wake-up time.

I almost reached for the shirt hanging off the end of my bed but paused. Maybe some of Evelyn’s ire would soften if she caught sight of my bare chest.

Hey, I wasn’t above bribery.

I padded down the hall on silent feet as the banging on my door continued. Luckily, we were the only two apartments on this floor, although she was pounding so loudly, I was surprised she hadn’t woken the guys upstairs.

“Good morning, little warrior,” I said as I opened the door.

Evelyn glared back at me, her hands on her hips. She was dressed in cream pants and a black blouse. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a neat bun with a few curls framing her face. She looked ready for the office. Her eyes widened, and some of the anger on her face faded as she took in my bare chest. I resisted flexing my muscles as she scanned me.

“How are you this morning?”

From the corner of my eye, I caught Alexander exiting her apartment, his hair still rumpled. He wisely avoided the two of us as he headed towards the elevator. I knew he had been sleeping over there most nights, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous. I wanted my own sleepovers. Instead, I got the wake-up call after hiding her coffee maker again. I couldn’t be blamed, really. The woman would live on caffeine if we let her. I had started stocking her cabinets with tea and consistently removed the coffeemakers she kept bringing into her apartment.

“Where is my coffeemaker?” Evelyn demanded again.

Her hazel eyes were still heavy with sleep. Alexander was practically anal about making sure she slept eight hours. So either her nightmares were in rare form yesterday, or they’d gotten up to other things. I hoped it was the latter, not the former. I knew she was feeling trapped with the FIA being in town. Trapped and jumpy. The last thing she needed was to be hopped up on caffeine as well. Which is why I had switched the office’s blend to a half-decaf mix. I knew I was taking my life into my own hands, but I liked seeing the fire in her eyes.

“Did you drink water yet this morning?” I asked, stepping back and holding the door for her to come inside.

“Do you want to die?” she hissed ominously as she stomped past me. I chuckled and closed the door, following her into the kitchen. She was so cute when she was grumpy.

She went straight for the coffee machine I kept on the counter and started brewing a pot. It wasn’t as fancy a machine as the one at the office, but it didn’t seem to matter. As grumpy as she was, she still brewed enough for both of us, and I hid my grin as I brushed past her to go to the fridge. I started pulling things out to make hashbrowns, eggs, and bacon. After lasagna, breakfast was one of Evelyn’s favorite meals.

She grumbled but left a mug of coffee for me next to the stove and took a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked, peeking over my shoulder.

Her cheeks flushed, and she buried her face in her coffee mug. I grinned and turned back to the stove, adding a little oil to the frying pan before pouring the hashbrowns in it.

“I slept fine,” Evelyn said primly. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept great until someone started banging on my door.” I couldn’t help but tease her.

Her eyes shot daggers at me with her glare. “Maybe if someone didn’t keep hiding my coffeemaker from me, your morning could be quieter.”

“Nah,” I said, pouring her a glass of water and setting it in front of her. “I like my mornings loud.”