"What are you doing?" I hear Hunter's voice in my ears which startles me, the coffee that I had in my hand spilling on my shirt.

I turn in my chair, looking at him with narrowed eyes, feeling annoyed by him and his actions.

"What the hell?!" I shout standing up, the coffee sticking to my skin. I can feel my skin becoming warm; I am thankful that the coffee was not very hot. "Look what you did, you idiot." I murmur grabbing the paper towels that were lying on the table.

My hand itches to slap Hunter, but I control myself, not wanting to overreact.

"I am so sorry.... I promise it was a mistake," Hunter says rubbing his forehead. "Don't do that to your shirt, it will get ruined." Hunter murmurs making me roll my eyes.

"This is your fault, you cow," I reply throwing the paper towels on his face. "The shirt has already been ruined. This shirt was worth so much, and now my money has been wasted. Do you know how much time I spent trying to convince my cheap ass to buy this pathetic thing?!" I shout feeling angry.

"I will buy you another one," Hunter's voice holds plead, but those words just make me feel furious.

"Oh... now you want to make me feel cheap?" I ask folding my arms on my chest. I can see the confusion on Hunter's face, his eyes have disbelief while his mouth is hang open.

"Are you on drugs?" Hunter asks, walking towards the table, his hand reaching out to touch the cookies I made specially for me and Diego. Do not judge me.

Hunter reaches out to grab one, but I slap his hand away before he can grab a cookie.

"Don't touch that!" I pull the plate away from him, holding it close to me. "This isn't for you." I state sitting back on the chair.

"But you won't finish that many cookies, let me get some as well. They look delicious and so good," Hunter begs, his eyes on the cookies.

"That ain't my problem." I state, shrugging my shoulders.

"Bu—" Hunter is interrupted by a voice that belongs to a man that always manages to make me feel weak, in a good way.

"What's going on here?" Diego asks making my eyes widen. I turn to look at the door, my eyes taking in the fine looking man. I can feel myself salivating, and it is not for food.

"And why do you look like a baby that has been denied cookies?" Diego asks Hunter as he walks to where I am seated.

The closer he gets to me, the more his expensive scent invades my nostrils, something that I do not mind.

"I look like this because Siara doesn't want to give me some of those cookies," Hunter whines like a child, making me want to laugh.

It is funny seeing him act like a child, he usually acts cold infront of the staff. It makes me feel good knowing that I can see this side of him.

"Don't behave like a baby, Hunter," Diego says, grabbing a cookie from the plate. Diego leans in to take another cookie when he is finished with the first cookie. I sit frozen, my cheeks warming up when I realize that he is so close to me

"Why would you give Diego and not me?" Hunter asks sitting on the seat that is next to me. "I came here first, but I got a slap when I reached out for one."

"I slapped your hand away because you annoy me," I mutter looking at my laptop.

"You are just saying that because you don't want Diego to know that you like him." Hunter mutters next to me making my eyes widen. I am just thankful to see that Diego left the room.

I want to argue with Hunter, but I do not, I step on his foot instead. Hunter groans, looking at me with an angry expression. But I smile at him, happy to see that I can get him all riled up without trying too hard.

Hunter and I have bonded in a weird way these past few days. We argue a lot, but we know our limits. We joke around sometimes, and sometimes we feel like killing each other.

We act like siblings, something that I did not experience when I was younger.

I grab a cookie from the plate, giving it to Hunter who looks like a man that just won a lottery. I wish people can see how childish this feared man is.

I shake my head at Hunter who is now munching on another cookie. My focus going back to my laptop which has finished downloading the file I manged to get from my Father's friend, who is a private investigator at a private institution.

My attention goes to the door when I see Diego entering, his muscles flex as he walks towards us. He is in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his remaining hair looking wet, a sign that he is from taking a shower.

He stands next to me handing me a shirt that has his scent all over it. I hold it in my hands, looking up at Diego who is looking at me with his expressionless eyes.

"What is this for?" I ask as I watch Diego's movements. Diego moves to sit on the big office chair, making the room feel small.

"There is a bathroom in here. I saw the coffee stain on your shirt, and I know that you are uncomfortable in it. You can quickly clean up while Hunter and I talk business." Diego says opening his tablet.

I smile at him feeling grateful. I stand up from my seat, walking towards the only door in the room.

Diego and I have been getting along, professionally. I want it to be more, but I have to accept the situation; I remind myself everyday that I am nothing but an employee here. I need to know my place if I do not want to get hurt.

And I am grateful that Diego is talking to me without it seeming forced. I think something happened when we were in the art room. He usually spends time in there and I can already tell that he loves that room.

I walk into the small bathroom, locking the door, and stripping out of the shirt I wore. I get some water from the tap, wetting a piece of tissue and some soap. I clean the spot gently, feeling happy when I do not see a mark on my skin.

I grab the t-shirt that Diego gave me, sniffing it and inhaling the beautiful mascular smell it has. I feel like I am in paradise.

I quickly wear the shirt with little to no struggle. The shirt ends above my knees, making it seem like a dress. It kind of looks fashionable with the leggings I have on.

I step out of the bathroom after I manage to gather my thoughts, and emotions. I need to hide my feelings when I am near Diego.

I clear my throat when I near the two men who are occupied with the iPad that Diego came with.

Diego puts the iPad aside when he sees me, his eyes looking at me from head to toe, nodding to himself without saying a word.

My heartbeat picks up, wanting know what he is thinking. But Hunter starts speaking before I can go deep in thoughts.

I sigh, remembering why I am here. I did not get to read the file, but my guts tell me that Eric was spilling some lies when he came to this house three days ago.

I sit on the chair that was occupied by Hunter some moments ago. Hunter is standing behind Diego, leaning down a bit, his eyes on the laptop screen.

My palms feel sweaty when I realize that I am seated next to Diego. I nervously swallow, pretending to not be affected by his presence.

All three of us are looking at the laptop as my sweaty hand moves to type in Diego's name, and all the information that was sent to me comes on the screen, making me feel anxious.

This might give me a clue, and maybe I might finally help Diego.

Here goes nothing.