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I am never, everthat.
“Smells atrocious,” I say, pulling out a chair and sitting backwards in it. Skylar ignores me, continuing to cook without a care in the world. I eye the rope dangling slightly off the top of the fridge and rub my hands together.
Perhaps I could grab it, wrap it around his neck, and choke him.
As I think it, he moves toward the appliance, reaches up and tucks the rope back on top.
Can he read minds? Is this some kind of supernatural shit here? Is that why my dad contracted him to watch over me?
My mind is quickly barreling down the rabbit hole. I mean, I do believe in aliens so this isn’t much of a stretch.
“Are you from another planet?” I blurt, and Skylar freezes, his hand stilling.
“Yeah, Diablo. I am.”
I snort and then narrow my eyes at his back. He still hasn’t turned to look at me, but he is stirring again.
“It smells disgusting, by the way. I won’t eat it.”
He turns quickly, the spoon in his hand dripping red sauce onto the floor. In two steps he’s in front of me. That big hand, those thick fingers reach out and grab on to my jaw, squeezing roughly, forcing my mouth to pop open.
My cock springs up, aching as he slides the spoon right between my lips. Taste explodes on my tongue, savory and a hint of sweetness. An appreciative moan slips out of me as my eyes roll back in my head.
I am woefully and ridiculously horny.
Slowly, he unpeels his fingers from me, leaving my jaw aching as he moves back to the stove. He doesn’t say another word, and I’m left sitting there silently, tasting the sauce on my tongue.
I’m going to get him back for that, for making me so damn needy.
I press the heel of my palm to my straining cock and glower at him.
Yes, I will figure out some way to level the playing field. I may be small, but I have tricks up my sleeve.
CHAPTERTWO
DIABLO
“I need to borrow your phone,” I tell Skylar, hating that I even have to ask for this. Ridiculous that he threw my phone out the window. As far as I’m concerned, he owes me a new one. And not refurbished like mine was. Brand fucking new.
“What for?”
Skylar is at the sink, washing dishes. I begrudgingly ate everything he set before me for dinner, my stomach eagerly accepting it. I know that he’s just doing his job and that it’s my fault that I’m here, but I’m still bitter about it.
Real fucking bitter.
I’m a Brussels sprout.
“To call my brother. To reassure him that I’m okay. That my body isn’t lying limp somewhere on the road being eaten by beavers!”
“Beavers aren’t carnivorous. They eat bark.”
“You never know. They could try it. I could be an adventurous snack.”
“Hm, youarebite-sized.”
I narrow my eyes at him and hold out my hand. “Give. Me.”
He reaches into his pocket and slaps the small black phone into my hand.
