Page 17 of Bonded Through Bite

“Going somewhere?” he asks.

“Toilet, hallway, kitchen.” I detail my plan to him. He sits up and lifts a brow at my snappy tone. “I’m hangry.”

“I can see that,” he deadpans and I punch his shoulder.

“Ass.”

“You got one of those too.”

“Stop being funny. If you want to help, go order some triple cheeseburgers with extra fries and onion rings. And a banana milkshake and a Coke. And ask if they still have cheesecake left. The number is on the fridge.”

“Anything else?”

I think about it a moment, but then shake my head. “Nope. Large milkshake, mind you.”

“Yes ma’am.” He salutes with a grin, and I roll my eyes as I head toward the toilet. Impossible vampire. What the fuck is he even doing here?

I splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth, since I was too tired to do it earlier. That makes me feel almost human. Rafael is gone from the bedroom when I get back, and I find myself pulling out the comfy—but sexy—maxi dress with long sleeves out of the closet.

Quickly, I change into it and stick my feet into my slippers. The mirror assures me that I actually look pretty okay, all things considered. There’s color in my cheeks, my eyes are clear, my hair is behaving for once, and my boobs look splendid in this dress.

Now I need to gorge myself on all things unhealthy and I can call this a good day.

The low murmur of Rafael’s voice carries from the kitchen and I head over just as he hangs up.

“Your order will be delivered in twenty minutes,” he says when he notices me in the doorway.

“That’s fast. Usually it takes closer to an hour this late in the evening. Is it evening?”

“Yes, it is. And I guess we got lucky.” Rafael’s eyes twinkle and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

I narrow my eyes. “What did you do?”

“Who says I did anything?”

“I do. Nate’s never delivers that fast.”

Rafael shrugs, still pulling off an innocent air. “They were willing to bump your order to the top of the list.”

“How did you manage that?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“I told them I have a hangry woman in the apartment and the man on the line was very understanding.”

“No, you didn’t!” I gasp.

“I did… and then I offered 500 as a tip if the food gets here in twenty minutes and his understanding converted into action.”

“Rafael!”

“What?”

“That’s bribery. It’s ridiculous.”

“So? It worked. You are hungry. I made sure you get the food fast and while it’s still hot.”

“I will pay for it myself.”

“No, you won’t,” he growls.