Alexandre encases my waist, lifting me off the stool, then lowers my feet to the floor.
"Come." He takes my hand, leading me to the breakfast nook.
When he sits down on the edge of the built in bench, he pulls me down on top of his lap.
"What are you doing?" I ask, barely above a whisper. "Let me go." My face warms.
"I will let you go when the food is served. Now, sit still before you hurt yourself," he whispers in my ear with a chuckle, which makes me blush again.
"I can't believe you just said that to me," I say, trying to pry his fingers loose.
"I take it you didn't know Levy was watching you through your laptop, Julia." Mike slides in on the other side of the breakfast nook across from us.
I shake my head. "No, actually, now that I think about it, I never saw the camera light co
