I tried my best not to spill the two large black coffees all over myself as I balanced them and the box of donuts in one hand, trying to push the button to call the elevator.
“Here, let me,“ the deep silky voice from right behind me had me flinch hard and spill the tiniest drop of hot liquid on my hand. “Ouch,“ I hissed more out of shock than pain. “Good morning, Kat, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you“ he stared at me, wide-eyed as if he expected me to lash out at him. I hated that look on his face with all my heart. Fuck. I pushed the box into his hands to get a better hold of the little cardboard cup holder. His nose flared and a timid smile replaced the look of horror. Better.
“Donuts?“ he asked quietly even though I was sure he knew perfectly well what was in the square box. A dozen maple glazed donuts, ‘cause those were his favourites, and two large coffees, no sugar, no milk. This was becoming one of our little rituals whenever we had a meeting together. I loved watching him inhale six donuts on the spot. He was ripped, all bulging muscles under the soft, plushy fur. I bet he burned all those calories just from existing. Enviable. Every time I insisted on him finishing my half a dozen, too. I capped out at two, sometimes three. Roy always took one for the team, bless him. He also insisted on ordering massive plates of sushi for lunch. Making sure not to acknowledge the wide grin exposing his sharp canines when he made sure to order at least two tiger rolls, one for each of us. Cheeky fucker.
When he’d taken my order for the first time I had asked him to get a tiger roll for me. “I love those, they’re delicious,“ I’d sighed before realising what the fuck I’d just said. Roy, usually quiet, bordering on the edge of shyness, had snorted loudly at this, a look of pure mirth in his yellow eyes. This had been the first time I’d ever seen a bit of what I thought he was under that mask he kept in place.
