Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
When he walks towards the microwave and hits a button, I’m snapped out of my drool-fest.
“I’m not hungry. I think I want to go back to sleep.” Yeah, I need to go back to my room so I can get some space and figure out what the heck is going on.
I need to get out of here, but I’m also being honest when I say I want to go back to bed. I know how long he said I slept, but I still feel tired. I’m starting to think that maybe he did drug me. I want to ask him a million things, but I also don’t want to trigger the anger I saw on his face a few moments ago.
“You’ll eat, then you can go back to sleep if you want to,” He says, and there’s no room for argument.
The microwave dings, and he pulls out a dish then walks back towards me. My eyes can’t help but roam over his torso now. The muscles of his pronounced chest create shadows and make him appear even larger. His arms are bigger than my thighs, and I’ve never had a gap in between them. There’s hair across his pecs, and a trail that leads down to hard abs. It disappears down into slacks, and god help me, he’s got that sexy-as-hell V-shape on either side of his hips. His body doesn’t look real. It looks like something sculpted from stone that was put on earth to populate the species.
I look away quickly when he catches me checking him out. He’s crazy, why am I losing it over this guy? Great. I like cheaters and psychos. My taste in men might be worse than my mama’s.
He sets the plate down in front of me and my stomach growls when I see it’s chicken parmesan. Ryker leans down and kisses the top of my head as he hands me my fork.
“See? You’re hungry.” He takes a seat next to me and watches me, waiting.
I look at the food. What if he put something in it? As if reading my mind, Ryker takes the fork from my hand and takes a bite for himself. He chews it up and then swallows, giving me a small smile. “I would never hurt you.”
My eyes catch on the hairband on his wrist. I know it’s mine because of the small hearts on it. He’s been in my apartment. In my room. I remember the smell I detected when I got home the other day thinking someone had been in my room. I was right. It was him.
“But you’ll keep me against my will?” I snap back, and the words are out before I can stop then. Yeah, poke the crazy person, Blair. That’s seems like a bright idea.
“I don’t want to fight with you, Cricket. I want to take care of you and keep you safe.” He emphasizes the last part.
He brings a forkful of food to my lips, and I take a bite. I moan at the taste. His bright green eyes turn a shade darker and his jaw clenches. He pulls the fork back and I lick my lips once again. Why do I keep doing that? I know every time I do it, it makes his eyes go to my mouth.
“Is that from Trattoria?” I ask, and he smiles.
“Yes, it’s your favorite,” he says, bringing another bite to my mouth.
I open for him and then wonder how could he could possibly know that. I pull my eyes away from him while I chew.
“Am I in danger?” I finally ask.
“Not while you’re with me. I would never let anyone hurt you.” I glance up at him and see the sincerity in his eyes. “I’ll protect you from even yourself.”
The fork once again rises to my mouth and I take what he’s offering me. He feeds me until the plate is clean and I think I might explode.
“I have a piece of their cheesecake, too. I know how much you love it.”
His words scare me, but they do something else as well. I bet Fritz never noticed any of that. Anytime I go out to eat, if chicken parmesan is on the menu I always order it. It’s my food weakness. But this man knows this. It’s something so small, but Ryker knows. It has me wondering what else he knows about me.
He picks the plate up and carries it over to the sink. Just then, Bear comes strolling in and jumps up onto the counter like he owns the place. I watch as Ryker pulls out a small bowl and puts cat food into it. Bear purrs at him before eating and he even lets Ryker pet him. I’m going to guess it’s because Ryker gave him food, and not because Bear is a traitor.