A throat was cleared and Calista looked away from Jaxon’s amazing, perfect body, her face unbearably hot.
“It will be appreciated if you don't eye-f**k our boss in front of us,” Aaron grumbled, flipping something in the pan.
Her face grew hotter, and for once she didn't have something sharp to say back to him. She didn't look at anybody, just kept her eyes down, even when a wonderful plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon was placed in front of her. She just muttered a, “Thank you,” and started eating.
She wanted to die from embarrassment, but when the first piece of pancakes entered her mouth, she groaned, closed her eyes, and ate another piece.
“Who made this?” she asked, finally looking at the faces in the kitchen.
“Aaron did,” Aelina answered, humming as she ate.
Calista looked
