“You two look cozy. Whatcha doin'?” he asks as he plonks himself down in a chair next to me.
“Liv is teaching me French,” Dawn says proudly. “She is
an excellent teacher.”
“Oh, really?” Cole says, surprised.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” I ask, a bit affronted. “I taught Devon.”
“I’m not surprised at your teaching ability. I know what a good teacher you are,” he says with a slight leer at me. I giggle as Dawn looks away.
“Well, I will let you two get back to your weekend,” she says, putting her notes away.
“I’ll see you at the studio tomorrow. We can work on it some more and I’ll have some notes for you to practice until I come back.”
She looks delighted. “That’s great. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome,” I say sincerely, and she waves as she disappears.
Cole is watching me with interest. “What are you doing?” he asks suspiciously.
I frown at him. “Teaching Dawn French.”
“I mean apart from that.”
I sigh. “Trying to make a friend. I don’t have any.”
“You have all of us,” he says.
“It’s different,” I try to explain it to him, and he nods.
“Well, I won’t deny you a female friend. Just don’t let it interfere with our time together. Your attentions are divided enough as it is.”
I glare at his ordering tone. “Yes, sir,” I say sarcastically.
“Mm, I do like it when you call me that,” he murmurs, leaning over to kiss me.
“Ms. Nelson?” a voice from above my head asks. I pull away from Cole, who is looking mad as a snake at my other name again, knowing who is responsible.
“It’s Mrs. O’Dell!” I snap. He just looks at me mildly. Oh, yeah, he belongs to Nico, no doubt.
“We’re here to watch you. Mr. D’Arcangelo sent us.”
No kidding.
“Fine, but don’t hover.”
“The boss said to stay next to you, ma’am.”
“Next to me? As in right next to me? I am sure you can watch me from across the room.”
“No, we are to stay next to you,” he repeats.
I stand and he backs up. A little shorter than Nico but just as wide, I glare up at him. His two buddies standing at his back shift their eyes from him to me and back again.
“Well, in that case,” I grab Cole’s hand, getting him to stand, “I hope you like to watch because we are going upstairs to fuck for the rest of the afternoon,” I say smartly and to my delight, he looks faintly horrified by my vulgar declaration. I march us to the elevator with a very amused Cole in tow, while Mr. Bodyguard – I didn’t get his name – looks concerned as he pulls out his phone and follows us.
He hands it to me after he tells, I assume my control freak sire, that I am refusing to be cooperative.