Chapter 5: Personal Matters
His gaze simply remained on her, holding her gaze evenly as though he could see the thoughts that were racing across Amelia's mind. Slowly, she peeked at him through the curtain of her hair, a bold streak running through her head.
She stood up a little straighter, and without even looking in Caleb's direction, she took hold of Matteo's hands. His body warmth immediately seeped through into her skin, and she resisted a gasp when she raised her gaze, only to realize he was already intensely staring down at her.
All at once, Amelia suddenly felt increasingly insecure about herself― she was dressed in a dirty, ruined uniform, while his clothes were pristinely pressed and neat. Even from this short distance away, she could smell the faint scent of his cologne, not overpowering, but still alluring.
Matteo didn't allow her the luxury of time to get used to the strange sensation that overwhelmed her. Instead, a second after their hands connected, he tugged her out of the room where Caleb and his friends remained, all stunned silly as they watched the two leave.
"Did Matteo Montgomery just steal your wife?" Caleb's friend, Benji, asked, a hint of mockery tuned in his voice.
Caleb glared in the direction where Amelia and Matteo had disappeared. The glass in his hands cracked under pressure, and eventually, it shattered, causing the scent of blood to reemerge in the room.
"Like he'll want my leftovers," Caleb declared with gritted teeth. "That woman must have seduced him."
Outside, Matteo had tugged a rather befuddled Amelia down the hallways and into the backrooms. He entered a section where Amelia had been reminded numerous times to never go to― the owner's office. When he pushed open the door, the scent of sage quickly filled her nose, and she wrinkled it a little.
"Sit," he ordered, gesturing to the couch that was placed against the wall, and Amelia dutifully followed like an obedient pet.