Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
What’s more unnerving is how he’s touching me like he owns me. And my pussy likes it.
I push his hand away, watching him carefully to make sure I don’t anger him. I’m fully aware of how he’s clothed and I am not. He’s only in a pair of jeans, but it would only take him a second to get undressed.
“The night’s over. I’m no longer yours.”
“Hmm.” He doesn’t say any more, just leaves the room, strutting as if he knows I’m studying the shifting muscles in his shoulders and back, and returns with a glass of water and two pills. “Painkillers. Take them.”
I hesitate, but the pain wins the argument.
Did I make it to midnight? The question is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want to engage with him any more than I have to.
He’s typing on his phone. “I’m going to step out to make a call. Stay here and lie still.”
I’m sitting up, intending to swing my legs over the side of the bed.
“Do it and I’ll tie you down.”
I stop moving and sink back against the covers.
He nods his approval and leaves.
The door opens, and then I hear voices, his voice booming the loudest. I sit up and pull the blanket around me. I’m totally naked, and I don’t like it, but I have no clothes, so I’ll have to deal.
At least I’m clean, and my hair isn’t the leaf-ridden mess I’d expected it to be. He washed it last night, and it dried with minimal frizz. A bad hair day is the least of my problems, but he gets points for taming my curls.
He returns with a tray of dishes covered with silver domes.
“What’s that?” I ask.
He sets the tray down on the bed. It even has a little vase filled with white daisies and everything. “Breakfast.” He lifts the biggest dome, revealing a plate of huge fluffy waffles covered in whipped cream and strawberry compote. “Catered from the kitchens at the Lodge.” The delicious scent hits me, and my stomach growls so hard it can probably be heard from space.
He sits on the side of the bed, looking satisfied. “Eat. The doctor is on his way.”
I pause with a cup of coffee halfway to my lips. “Doctor?”
“To examine your ankle.”
I set down the cup with a click. “No.”
His blue eyes narrow. “Bunny—”
“Don’t call me that.” I cross my arms over my chest.
He leans back, his mouth tipping into a half smile. He seems to find my recalcitrance amusing, which is annoying but better than making him mad. “What’s your name?”
I press my lips together in a ridiculous show of defiance. I shouldn’t feel reluctant to share my name with him after he’s fucked me so thoroughly.
“Bunny…” he purrs in a way that tells me he’ll make it my permanent name unless I give him what he wants.
“Elodie,” I answer.
“Elodie.” He savors my name like it’s delicious. “I’m Jaeger.” He pronounces it like the drink.
“Good for you,” I say, making clear I am not pleased to meet him at all. “I’ve fulfilled the terms of the contract. And I made it until midnight, right?”
He nods.
Whew. That’s some of the weight off my shoulders. Too bad all that cash has to go straight toward the debt hanging over my and my sister’s heads.
“You have to let me go.” I don’t trust a flimsy piece of paper to shield me from a criminal, but it’s all I’ve got. The gentle way he’s cared for me hints at some secret code of honor.
“You’re hurt. I can’t in good conscience let you leave until the doctor’s seen you.”
How chivalrous. “I can’t afford a doctor.” I’m pissed that I have to admit that.
“It’s no expense. Fraternitas takes care of its own.”
I don’t want to think too closely about that, so I turn my attention back to the coffee and waffles and bacon and sausage I find under another smaller silver dome. I might as well eat. I’ve earned it.
Jaeger watches me eat, a half smile on his handsome face. It’s unnerving, sitting naked in front of such a perfect specimen of manliness. He watches me like a predator, following my every move. I do feel shy, which annoys me even more.
“Sorry, was some of this for you?” I pointedly take a piece of bacon and munch on it.
He leans in, slides a finger through the whipped cream, and holds my gaze as he licks it off slowly. Heat curls through my lower belly. I’m suddenly hungry for something else.
I shove the food away. I do not want to be attracted to this asshole. I still feel wrung out from all the orgasms he’s given me. Not to mention the throbbing pain in my ankle.
He reaches in for more food, and the light catches his silver ring. The skull has empty eye sockets that give it a baleful stare.