Trapped By The Possessive Esports God

Kaylee grabbed the heavy brown paper bag from the delivery driver. She walked back into the dining area and set the DoorDash bag down on the wooden table. She let out a long breath she didn't know she was holding.

Greyson stood up from the sofa. He walked straight to the kitchen sink and washed his hands thoroughly with soap.

He shook the water off his hands. He turned to Kaylee, looking slightly embarrassed. "I actually don't know how to put a duvet cover on. Could you help me?"

Kaylee blinked. Seeing this ruthless gaming god look so helpless over a blanket felt entirely wrong.

But she was the landlord now. She wiped her hands on her jeans and walked past him into the guest room.

A pile of brand new, pure white bedding sat in the middle of the mattress. Greyson had just pulled it out of his suitcase.

Kaylee grabbed two corners of the duvet cover. She pointed at the heavy insert. "You grab those two ends."

They stood on opposite sides of the large bed. They lifted the heavy fabric, trying to shake the insert down into the cover.

Greyson, clearly unaccustomed to domestic chores, fumbled with the slick fabric. As he tried to adjust his grip, his gaze momentarily flicked upward, locking onto her face. In that split second of distraction, his massive hands misjudged the tension. He pulled way too hard, yanking the entire mass of fabric toward his side of the bed.

Kaylee wasn't ready for the force. The toe of her sock caught on the edge of the rug. She lost her balance and pitched forward.

She fell hard onto the soft mattress, a startled gasp escaping her lips.

Greyson moved instantly. He stepped forward and wrapped his arm firmly around her waist to stop her from rolling off the edge.

Through the thin cotton of her shirt, Kaylee felt the intense, burning heat of his palm pressing against her skin.

She snapped her head up. Her face was inches from his. She looked straight into his deep blue eyes, which were wide with concern.

The distance between them was less than four inches. She could feel the warmth of his breath mixing with hers.

Greyson's Adam's apple bobbed. His voice was a low, raspy whisper. "Did you hurt yourself?"

The raw gravel in his tone sent a shockwave straight to Kaylee's brain. Her mind flooded with highly inappropriate thoughts.

Her face burned like fire. She scrambled backward off the bed like she had been electrocuted. Her back slammed into the closet door.

"I'm fine!" she stammered. She turned and practically sprinted out of the room, running back to the dining table.

Greyson stood by the bed. He watched her run away, a dark, satisfied gleam flashing in his eyes.

A few minutes later, Greyson walked out of the room. He pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table.

Kaylee had already ripped open the boxes. She pushed half of the massive burrito and a pile of spicy wings toward him.

Greyson picked up the burrito and took a huge bite. His eyes widened like a kid tasting sugar for the first time.

He chewed happily. "You have great taste in food," he mumbled with a full mouth.

Kaylee watched him eat. He looked so unguarded, so pure. A massive wave of guilt crashed over her.

She started mentally screaming at herself for the dirty thoughts she just had in the bedroom.

He was just an innocent guy hiding from crazy fans. He couldn't even make a bed. And she was standing there wanting to jump him. She felt like a monster.

To hide her panic and guilt, Kaylee grabbed a chicken wing dripping in dark red, extra-spicy sauce and shoved it into her mouth.

The brutal heat of the sauce exploded on her tongue. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears as the spice burned down her throat.