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She laughs and then turns with a squeal, pulling out of my grip. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
She disappears from the office, and I grin, stalking toward the door.
Don’t worry, Little Bird. I’m good at hunting my prey.
3
WRYN
Iwake up groggy, groaning as I sit up. I glance around, finding myself in Connor’s bed. The first time I’ve ended up here.
After he returned home, I kept my distance from him sexually. His body was healing, and so was his mind. I know he’s not one hundred percent yet, but if the ache between my legs has anything to say, it would tell me he was well enough to make good on his promise last night.
I glance over, finding Connor is already gone, and I throw the covers off, looking for my clothes. He surprised me last night, agreeing to let Francesca come back, and I’m starting to grow suspicious of his reasoning. He doesn’t seem the type to suddenly change his mind without cause.
I frown, pulling my pants from underneath the covers. My panties are nowhere to be seen. Neither is my shirt. I move into Connor’s closet and find a T-shirt, pull it over my head, and then raise the collar to my nose and inhale. It smells like detergent with a hint of the man who is staring back at me as I step out of the closet.
“Oh my God, you scared me,” I screech as I press my hand into my chest.
“Were you smelling my clothes?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the open doorway.
“No,” I quickly deny, but I can tell by the burning in my cheeks that a blush is giving me away. Stupid body.
He grins, and I roll my eyes.
“I wasn’t.”
Looks like I’m dying on this cross.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
The emptiness of my stomach hits me full force as soon as I think about it. I nod.
I stare at him suspiciously. His demeanor has done a one-eighty from the last two weeks. He’s actually smiling at me now instead of growling.
Do I have a magic pussy? Or is something going on that I don’t know about?
“Come on,” he says, turning and walking out of the room.
I loosen my grip on his shirt and follow him to the kitchen, where Brigette has a spread laid out on the side table.
“Morning, Brigette. Thank you,” I tell her, and she smiles in response. “Can I talk to you once I’m done with breakfast?”
She widens her eyes and nods before returning to the food preparation.
“What’s that about?” Connor asks, taking the seat across from me.
We grab food, piling it on our plates as he waits for my answer.
“Francesca has been looking for work, but it’s hard to find anything when you have no paperwork to show. So, I thought maybe she could work in the kitchen with Brigette.”
Connor stops buttering a roll and leans back to look at me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking by the expression on his face. But I wait. He wets his bottom lip with his tongue as he stares at me, and I start to grow uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
Our relationship has changed, but parts of it are still the same. He can still make me feel like a chastised child with one look, and I hate that. The power imbalance really grates on my nerves. So, I sit up straighter, determined to hold my ground. I might fuck him, but I won’t let him fuck me over.
“I said she could return here. I didn’t say I’d give her a job.”
“Look at it this way,” I say, leaning forward a little. I give him a smile and set my utensils down, clasping my hands underneath my chin. He cocks an eyebrow at my obvious flirtatious display. “You have an extra mouth to feed when she gets here, so might as well let her help out.”
