The next few days fell into a pattern of Allen getting up early and having breakfast with Lily and some of the other men. Harold and Brad were always in attendance during meals, much to Allen’s aggravation. They didn’t say anything flirty to Lily, but Allen grew more and more restless as he watched them watching her as she moved around the kitchen or laughed at something someone said.
He didn’t like the way they stared at her ass when she bent over to get something out of the oven or refrigerator. He definitely didn’t like the way they stared at her breasts like they were imagining feasting on them instead of the food she had just set in front of them. He could tell they were impatient to get her alone. He also knew if they ever did, he would beat the bloody hell out of them both.
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