I canât wipe the smile off my face. âShe was fucking amazing at work today,â I tell Noah, gripping my phone tightly. âSheâs so goddamn talented, man. I canât believe Iâve been missing out. She shouldâve started working for me years ago. Fuck, I probably wonât be able to keep her for long. Talent like hers doesnât stay at one company. Sheâll get poached. I need to double-check the non-compete in her contract.â
Noah laughs. âShe wonât leave you, Gray. Aria has wanted to work for you for as long as I can remember. You might not have been aware, but I know my sister better than she thinks I do. Honestly, I wanted to ask you to offer her a job months ago, but I didnât think Aria would be receptive to it. Part of it was also selfishness, though. I knew sheâd leave if she chose to work for you, and I was worried. I was worried sick that something would happen and Iâd be too far away.â
I fall silent and sit down on my bed, running a hand through my hair. âYou know Iâll keep her safe, donât you? Iâll do everything in my power to protect her, to take care of her.â
Noah sighs. âI know,â he tells me. âHow is she anyway, outside of work?â
âIâm not sure. I havenât really spoken to her much today. She actually told me to stay away at work. Can you believe that?â
Noah bursts out laughing. âAnd you managed to keep your word?â
I clear my throat guiltily. âWell, I watched her from afar.â
âTypical Gray,â Noah says, and something about his tone rubs me the wrong way. Is he misunderstanding what I just said?
âNoah, Iâ¦â
Before I can finish my sentence, he interrupts. âWhatâs Aria cooking? I know what sheâs like, and she wonât stay with you without trying to repay you one way or another. Iâm guessing sheâll want to cook for you and do chores.â
I smile. He really does know his sister better than I thought. âYeah, she did insist on cooking. Iâm not sure what sheâs making, though. Whatever it is, it smells good.â
Noah groans, his envy apparent. I know how much heâs always loved Ariaâs home-cooked meals. âYouâd better go join her for dinner, then,â he says. âI donât think she should be left alone, to be honest. Iâm worried sheâll just overthink things.â
I nod. âYeah, me too.â
âThank you, Gray. Thank you for taking care of her in my absence.â
His words make me feel awkward somehow. It doesnât feel like Iâm doing much at all, yet it seems to mean so much to Noah. His words are still ringing through my head as I walk into the kitchen. I should remember that itâs Noahâs role Iâm being asked to play. I should look after her the way her older brother would⦠but lately I struggle to see her as Noahâs little sister. Sheâs quickly becoming more than that. Maybe she always has been.
I find Aria standing in front of one of the cupboards, her back to me. Looks like sheâs wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt that looks more like a dress on her. Thereâs nothing inappropriate about it, considering sheâs swimming in it, but it still grates on me. I clench my jaw, irrational anger washing over me. Does she miss Brad so much that she sleeps in his T-shirt? After everything heâs done, she still wants to be surrounded by something thatâs his? I hate seeing his T-shirt on her. Even the smallest trace of him surrounding her is too much.
Aria reaches for something high up and canât reach it. She jumps up and still fails to grab the jar she wants, and itâs ridiculously cute. I need to get her a stool or some shit. I walk up to her and wrap my hands around her waist, startling her.
âGrayson,â she breathes. I lift her up easily, her feet dangling in the air. She grabs the jar she wanted and I lower her back to the ground.
She turns to face me the second I put her down, her cheeks flushed. âIâm not a child, Grayson,â she snaps. âDonât lift me up like I am one. Iâm not a toddler.â
Her eyes are flashing with anger, and sheâs breathing hard. Those flushed cheeks of hers⦠damn. I swallow hard and nod, my hand lifting to her face without even realizing it. I push her hair behind her ear gently.
âI know,â I murmur. âI know youâre not a child, Aria.â
I take a step back and turn to walk away, confused by the way my heart is racing. âIâll start setting the table,â I tell her, trying my best to hide how thrown I am.
I canât believe she thinks I see her as a child. What? Just because sheâs tiny? Nah. Nothing about Aria is childish. Sheâs far too fucking beautiful. I need to start seeing her as a kid sister or something, though. I have to.
Iâm agitated when she joins me at the table, and I canât quite figure out why. Iâm annoyed, and seeing her in that large black T-shirt irritates me even further.
âForgot to bring pajamas?â I ask, my tone biting.
Ariaâs eyes widen and she glances down at her clothes, a blush spreading across her cheeks. âAh, that⦠I just, I donât know. When I know that Iâm about to go through a stressful time, I find that having something from home helps me a lot. The closest thing to home for me is one of Noahâs T-shirts. It makes me feel a little less alone. Besides, itâs huge and comfy.â
Iâm a fucking asshole. The T-shirt is . Fuck. I clear my throat awkwardly and serve her some of the stir-fried vegetables she made us. I shouldnât even care whose clothes sheâs wearing. Itâs none of my business.
âHow was your first day?â I ask her, my tone far more gentle.
Aria smiles at me. âI loved it, but Riley is a bit of a dick.â
I burst out laughing and nod in agreement. âHeâs brilliant, but yeah⦠heâs an asshole.â
âI canât believe he was testing me today. Do you think I shouldâve pushed back more?â
I shake my head. âYou were perfect today, Aria. Utter perfection. I wish Iâd taken a photo of the exact moment you told him his coding was garbage. Man, I fucking loved it.â
She turns beet red, and I grin, wanting to tease her a little more. âAnd what was it you said? Youâre the kind of person who leaves no traces? Fucking badass.â
She looks away, but I catch the smile sheâs trying to hide. Sheâs flustered, and I love it. âSo, tell me, Ari⦠who are you?â
She looks at me and grins. âYouâd never believe me if I told you.â
âHmm⦠I love a good challenge. Iâll undo you, Aria. Layer by layer.â
She looks into my eyes, her breathing quickening just a little, that blush of hers turning her cheeks rosy. She licks her lips, and my dick stirs. Sheâs far too fucking stunning. Those lips of hers⦠Theyâre what fantasies are made of.
I drag my eyes away, willing my heart to stop beating so quickly. This is Aria. I canât lust after her. Not her. What the fuck is wrong with me?
She shoves a big bite of food into her mouth, chewing slowly, but it doesnât help hide her embarrassment. She eats in silence, and all the while I canât stop thinking about how beautiful she is, in every single way.
I need to get myself under control. Iâm supposed to take of Noahâs little sister â not take advantage of her.