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“Why don’t you go pick out something easy to put on?” he suggested. “I’ll get your tea,” he added.
Still feeling a little unsteady, I forced my legs to carry me out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into my bedroom.
I mean, what was with this man?
He’d gone down on me twice now, then acted like nothing had happened afterward.
What was that about?
Granted, no, I wasn’t exactly in shape for sex. Or likely even going down on him, but still.
It was weird, right?
I managed to yank a fresh pair of panties up my legs, and found a silky nightgown to put on without assistance before I heard his footsteps coming down the hall.
“You have approximately forty different kinds of tea in your cabinet,” he told me as he came into my room with a steaming mug.
“I know. It’s a little excessive, but you never know what kind of tea you are going to be in the mood for. And some are medicinal.”
“I got you caffeine-free black tea. Figure that’s better for before bed,” he told me as I sat off the side of the bed.
“That’s perfect. Thank you.”
“I’ll go grab your meds,” he said, putting the mug down next to me, then turning to do that.
“No. Thanks. I’m okay.”
“Savannah,” he said with a little sigh, clearly frustrated with me. Which was somehow endearing. “You need to take your medicine. There’s no reason to suffer.”
“I’m going to sleep. I can take more tomorrow if I need it. But I don’t need it to sleep.”
The look he shot me was dubious, but he didn’t contradict me.
“What else can I get you?” he asked.
“Nothing. You’ve done enough. You’ve got to be tired too.”
“It’s barely dinner time, sweetheart,” he said, shooting me a smirk.
Was it?
God, it felt like it was after midnight.
“I think pain alters time perception,” he said, shrugging. “How about I get you something to eat? Just to leave on the nightstand, in case you get up later and you’re hungry.”
Because he seemed to want so badly to help, I went ahead and let him fuss, grabbing me some snacks from the kitchen, and piling them up next to the mason jar of water he’d also insisted on. And the blood builder pills my mother was always on me about taking.
“Did my mother tell you to make me take these?” I asked, shaking the glass bottle, the pills tinkering around inside.
“Nah. Saw ‘em next on the counter. I figured that after the blood loss, you could probably use them. I need to float something past you,” he said, suddenly looking a little… awkward.
Nino Grassi.
The suit-wearing, devilishly good-looking, oral-sex god was feeling awkward?
“Okay,” I said, nodding. “What’s up?”
“I want to install some cameras at the restaurant.”
