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“The bedrooms are down this way,” I tell her, striding off to the left.
This place has four bedrooms, but I’ve only bothered to furnish one of them, so I set her up in my room. My cock likes the thought of her sleeping inourbed too much, and I clear my throat.
“You can sleep here. I’ll take the couch,” I tell her gruffly.
She stares at me and deep down, I’m hoping that she’ll say we can share but she just gives me a little nod.
“Thanks.”
I nod, trying not to let her see how badly I want to be with her as I turn and head back out to the living room.
FOUR
Harvie
Rule disappearedhalf an hour ago to go check or secure something. He had mumbled his excuse as he was headed for the stairwell and I had just watched him go.
I didn’t think that he would be gone for this long though. Him being away from me has me feeling… antsy.
I don’t like it.
I’ve already looked around his place, snooped in a few of his drawers, and come back with absolutely nothing interesting. Not that his underwear or soaps weren’t interesting. They were just ordinary.
I don’t even know what I was looking for. Pictures of him, maybe. Some sign that he was married or had a family or something. There are no keepsakes or anything though. No pictures on the wall or mementos. There’s barely any furniture in the place, so I probably shouldn’t be surprised.
My stomach growls and I check the clock. I need to have Rule text Arlowe and let her know that our plans for dinner are off. Unless he’s willing to let her come here for dinner.
I wander into the kitchen and start to open the cupboards and poke around. His cupboards are stocked, and I wonder if he likes to cook.
I find some ground beef in the fridge and spaghetti and sauce in one of the cupboards, so I get to work making dinner. Maybe it can be my way of saying thank you for letting me stay with him. I know that it’s his job to keep me safe but I mean, the guy gave up his bed for me.
I feel like it may have been easier to make the cabin secure than for me to come here, but I’m not complaining. I like being in his space, seeing and touching his things. There’s something about Rule that calls to some primal part of me.
I’ve never had that before. Most of the guys that I deal with are either male models who are so stuck up or obsessed with their own fame that they’re almost unbearable or their smarmy industry types who are looking to sign me or use me to make them more money.
The modeling industry hasn’t exactly given me the best idea of men, but Rule is starting to change that. He’s so unlike anyone that I’ve ever met. He’s rough and has this dangerous edge that has my core tightening and my whole body aching.
Who would have guessed that I would be into the bad boys?I think with a smirk.
“Smells good in here,” Rule says and I yelp, spinning around with a start. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just didn’t hear you come back in.”
“Stairs,” he says, pointing behind him, and I nod.
“I’m making dinner. I hope that’s okay.”
“I’d be a fool to turn down a home-cooked meal.”
He comes closer and my body coils in anticipation. I want him to touch me, to press against me, and I have no idea why or where these ideas came from.
“It’s just spaghetti,” I tell him and he nods.
“I’m surprised that a model knows how to cook,” he says, and I glare at him.
“Yeah, crazy,” I deadpan and he looks sheepish.
“No offense. I guess I don’t know a lot about models.”
