The Beautiful Ones | By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN: Tired. I am so tired. I’m already getting to the point when I want to scream at a few of my instructors and peers and throw the homework at them. I just need to calm down, right? This is only five classes, it isn’t that big a deal.
Cassandra dressed quickly; for fear that Criss would come out and see her in a state of---well, nudity. She didn’t think she knew him quite well enough to get to that stage yet. Or ever, really. Just because you were friends with someone, it didn’t mean you had to get naked.
Her clothes felt stiff and dirty against her skin. She was tempted to put his pajamas back on. But who wants to go running around with someone in jammies? In fact, how many people had yelled at her about that back home? Cassandra sighed as she leaned back on the couch.
And then he came out.
Criss Angel, wearing only black sweatpants that just barely stayed over his hips. His hair was dripping, clinging to his neck and face. He stretched his arms above his head, muscles rippling. His face had a look of pure contentment as she heard his back pop into place.
Down girl, Cassandra thought to herself. He’s your boss, remember? Your boss. Don’t get involved with someone you can’t afford to lose.
“So I thought I’d put on a t-shirt and we could go.” She nodded, still feeling dazed. “Oh! How rude of me! I’m sorry, Cass.”
No, wait! She thought. It isn’t rude to leave your shirt off. Really. I am okay with that, I promise!
“You’re clothes are dirty. Let’s see if I can’t find you something to wear, okay?” Oh, was that all he was worried about? Cassandra hoped he didn’t notice the way her cheeks were turning a little bit red.
“Here,”
It was another t-shirt, black, and soft from so many washings and wearing. It looked like it would practically mold to Criss’s body. That was another image didn’t much help her blush. The sweat pants he gave her were going to be too big, but he handed her a couple of safety pins.
“Thank you,” she mumbled before ducking into the bathroom to change.
Cassandra locked the door behind her and splashed cold water on her face. She had to be serious, had to make sure Criss didn’t think she liked him. And anyway, was now really a good time in her life to like him? Or anyone, for that matter?
She quickly dressed and met Criss in the other room.
**
“You can’t just have a fruit salad.” Criss shook his head after she ordered.
“You said I could have anything I wanted. I wanted a fruit salad.” She raised an eyebrow with a playful look that made his breath catch in his throat. She tucked some hair behind her ears.
“When I said ‘anything’ I thought you’d get chocolate pancakes or something. Or, hell, even an ice cream sundae. Anything but freaking fruit salad.” He threw his hands in the air.
Cassandra, irritating girl that she was, just sipped her orange juice. Criss knew he was fighting a losing battle. They were quiet for a few minutes.
“You know we can’t avoid this anymore. I really want you to tell me what you were doing, living in your car.”
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