Breakfast and Whispers
1208 Words
Sophie Turner stared at her, confused. “Elena Brooks, what are you laughing at?”
Elena shook her head lightly. “Nothing. You’ve misunderstood. Lucas Bennett and I aren’t close—I can’t help you.”
Sophie wasn’t ready to give up. She leaned in, trying to build rapport. “Elena, don’t sell yourself short. Let’s be friends. Next time there’s an event with the Coles and Mr. Bennett, bring me along. I’ll make it worth your while—how’s that?”
Elena’s patience thinned. She hated people who couldn’t take a hint, even when handed a ladder.
She looked at Sophie calmly, a smile curving her innocent features.
“It’s not that I don’t want to help. But what if Mr. Bennett turns out to like my type? Wouldn’t that cause problems for you?”
Sophie hadn’t expected that. She choked on her words.
This woman was way too confident in her looks!
She huffed, speaking as if she knew Lucas intimately.
“You’re overthinking it, Elena. Mr. Bennett’s been in London for years—he prefers women who are… freer in private. Besides, you’re engaged. To his nephew. No matter what, he’d never go for grass on his own doorstep like you!”
Elena smiled without replying.
Funny—Lucas Bennett actually loved the thrill.
As for how “free” she was? Even if she’d started out reserved, three months with him had taught her everything.
Whether she’d regressed or progressed… who knew.
Sophie stormed off, fists clenched.
Elena Brooks—you won’t help me today? I’ll make sure you never get the chance to call me “Aunt Sophie”!
Auditions were about to start. Elena rubbed her empty stomach, debating whether to order delivery.
Then commotion at the entrance.
Several security guards carried in insulated boxes. Behind them walked a figure radiating untouchable authority.
The crew stood up in surprise at Lucas Bennett’s arrival.
He spoke mildly. “Everyone’s working hard on the weekend. Breakfast is on me—enough for all.”
Cheers erupted across the set.
“Wow—food!”
“Thank you, President!”
“Boss is so generous! And so hot!”
Everyone rushed over for their share.
Elena’s gaze drifted that way.
Even through the crowd, she locked eyes with those deep, piercing ones.
She looked away, planning to grab hers once the rush died down.
A shadow blocked her light.
A long, elegant hand set a beautifully packaged breakfast sandwich in front of her.
“Smoked salmon, no avocado.”
Her favorite.
Elena nodded politely. “Thank you, President.”
But her eyes screamed murder.
With the whole crew here, did Lucas Bennett really have to deliver hers personally?
What she hadn’t expected: he sat right down beside her!
Elena frowned. “Why are you sitting here?”
Lucas shielded her from most of the crowd’s view, voice gentle. “Keep your expression natural, baby. They can’t hear us—but they’re not blind.”
Elena felt more eyes on them. She smiled through gritted teeth, voice low but forceful.
“You do realize they’re not blind, right?”
Lucas nudged the sandwich closer. “I’ll leave once you finish eating.”
Elena: “Never seen someone eat before?”
He answered matter-of-factly. “I want to watch you.”
“…”
Too hungry to argue, Elena unwrapped the sandwich and ate.
Fine—let the whole crew stare. Whatever.
By the time she finished, most of the crew had eaten too. Glances kept flicking toward the producer’s corner, whispers flying.
“Oh my god—the president and PD Brooks are sitting together!”
“I’m dead—they look perfect!”
“I’m dying to know what they’re talking about!”
Sophie cut in. “Obviously work stuff! If you keep gossiping, you’ll get fired on the spot!”
The gossipers rolled their eyes, annoyed, and moved away from her.
Elena tidied her trash. “Time to go.”
“Mm.” Lucas stood, noticing the coffee cup on the table. His brow furrowed.
“Even mild caffeine allergy—better avoid coffee.”
Elena had always had a slight sensitivity to caffeine. She’d sneak it when tired, and Lucas would confiscate it every time he caught her.
This time was no different.
Seeing him reach for the cup—intending to drink it himself—she spoke up. “That’s from Sophie Turner…”
Before she finished—thud.
The cup landed in the trash.
Lucas grabbed a wet wipe from the table, wiping his hands like he’d touched something filthy.
He looked at her, lips curving.
“Work hard, baby. Think of me.”
Elena nearly had a heart attack from his brazen words. She wanted to curse but—seeing staff approaching—switched to formal mode, making it sound like pure business.
“Yes, President! Take care!”
If looks could kill, Lucas would be a sieve.
But his eyes sparkled with satisfaction—his baby had promised to think of him.
He was blissfully happy.
After Lucas left, a few close crew members swarmed Elena.
“Elena! What did the president say?!”
“Spill~”
Elena crooked a finger, drawing them in like she was sharing a secret—then suddenly raised her voice.
“Of course we were talking about—work!”
They jumped.
“Elena! You scared us!”
She laughed. “What did you think? He grilled me over breakfast. Want that kind of luck?”
After three months of secret dating Lucas in college, lying in public had become effortless. She could spin bullshit with a straight face.
The better she got at covering, the more Lucas loved being the leaky bucket—itching to go public every second.
Amelia’s eyes sparkled. “Elena—you didn’t see the way he looked at you. Total heart-eyes!”
Elena laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. Those eyes look deep at his dog too.”
Lucas had classic parallel fox eyes—slightly upturned tails, ink-black pupils. Cold and unapproachable when distant; dangerously seductive when focused.
Amelia coughed. “Uh… don’t roast yourself like that.”
Elena burst out laughing. “Alright—everyone full? Back to positions. We start in ten.”
The group dispersed.
Sophie marched over, furious. “Elena Brooks—what’s the meaning of making Mr. Bennett throw away the coffee I bought?”
“You didn’t see? He threw it himself.”
“You must’ve told him to!”
“…” Elena laughed helplessly. “Yes, it was me. I told Lucas the coffee was specially for him. He heard that and dumped it straight in the trash. If you’re upset—go talk to him.”
“You—!”
Sophie fumed. In her mind, Elena only dared act arrogant because of the Coles. Without the “fiancée” title, Elena was nothing!
She retreated to a corner and called her best friend Claire Montgomery.
“Claire—how’s the check-up going?”
“Elena’s gone too far! Whether she gets kicked out of the fiancée spot depends on whether your stomach cooperates.”
On the other end, Claire’s voice was excited.
“I’m pregnant!”
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