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I stomp off behind him and he leads me to the kitchen. There’s a short, plump woman stirring something on the stove and an adorable little boy sitting at the dining room table, talking to her. It’s obviously his mother, as they look almost exactly alike. She looks over at him and smiles indulgently, like she’s used to him being this talkative, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
When she hears us approaching, she looks over and her eyes soften when they land on me, accompanied with a wide smile. I smile back at her and watch as she wipes her hand on a tea towel. “Well, look at you. Aren’t you the sweetest thing?” She comes around and brings me into a hug like she’s known me forever. It’s been a while since I’ve had a mother’s arms around me and I melt into them.
Looking over at Savage, I see his eyes have lost some of their edge while he’s looking at the little boy sitting at the table. The boy runs over to Savage for a hug, trying to bowl him over. “Savage! You’re home early. I don’t usually see you on the days I got school.”
Savage bends down until he’s eye level with him. “I know. I had to bring my friend home. I’ll be home earlier from now on.”
The little boy smiles at him and pumps a fist in the air. “Yes! I can’t wait! We can do so much fun stuff together!”
“Okay,” the woman says when she releases me. “That’s enough. Leave Savage alone and let him be.” She turns back to face me. “I’m Janet. And this little guy”—she inclines her head to her son—“is Adam. Come here, Adam.”
He skips to his mom and holds his hand out to me. “It’s great to meet you, Mister. You have pretty eyes.” I smile down at him, even though it’s not too far down since he’s almost as tall as me.
I shake the proffered hand. “Nice to meet you, too. I’m Abel. And thank you, I appreciate your compliment.”
“Adam and Abel! They both start with the letter A!” His excitement is infectious and I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Janet pulls him back and turns him around, giving him a gentle push back to the table to finish his homework. When he’s settled, she looks back at me. “I have your room all set up. If you’ll follow me.”
“I’ll come too,” Savage says quickly, causing both of us to look back at him. He doesn’t offer an explanation, so she turns around and I walk behind her.
Janet points out rooms we pass, but I don’t get to look too closely at any because she’s walking pretty fast. After we climb the stairs, we make a right and walk down the hallway. “This will be your room,” she tells me when we get to a room close to the end. I step inside and suck in a breath. It’s beautiful. The bedding is done in purple—my favorite color. The canopy is a darker purple and just as lovely. The carpet is thick, and I know it will feel good under my bare feet. There’s a vanity in the corner that has lightbulbs around the mirror. I’ve always wanted one of those!
I step into a closet bigger than my bedroom at the apartment, and then into a massive bathroom that I immediately fall in love with. The garden style tub will see a lot of me when I get myself settled.
When I leave the bathroom, I sit down on the bed and a pleasant aroma reaches my nose. I bend to sniff at the pillows and smell the most delicious fragrance. “Oh my God, what is that? It’s phenomenal.” I look over to the door and see only Savage standing there, watching me explore. I set my face in a mask and glare at him. I don’t expect him to answer, since he doesn’t have manners.
I’m surprised when he does. “Janet makes a calming spray for the bedding. It helps me sleep. Thought you’d like it.”
This man is a contradiction. He says he doesn’t have manners or doesn’t have to be nice to me, but he goes out of his way to have a calming spray on my bed so I can sleep. What’s his angle?
He shuffles a bit, then he says, “Dinner will be ready in an hour. I expect to see you there.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I send him an icy glare. “I will not. I’m not hungry. Have dinner on your own.”
“Do you want to starve?”
A rough chuckle leaves my throat. “Starving me is hurting me, Savage. And you said you wouldn’t. Now, if there’s nothing else, I would like someone to bring my shit upstairs so I can get settled.”
He gives me an irritated look and stomps off. I smile in relief that he didn’t outright murder me for my attitude and satisfaction that he’s doing what I say, and plop on the bed, loving the sweet fragrance that drifts to my nose.
Chapter Five
Savage
Abelisfuckingfrustrating.The last few days have been hell with his cold shoulder and his indifference towards me. And I have no one to blame but myself. My whole “not being your friend” speech worked, because he’s not going out of his way to be nice. When he speaks to me, it’s with a sneer, his guard up.
Again, my fault. I don’t know how to be nice to anyone that’s not my little family. I haven’t had anyone outside of those I love be nice to me in a long time. And I’m sure Abel would have been if I didn’t piss him off. He has that sweet face that shows me the frown he gives me is not an expression he’s used to wearing. When he’s not looking at me, he has a perpetual grin on his face.
He’s been getting settled and talking to Janet, Adam, Michael, and Quin. They seem to adore my little beauty. And it’s hard not to. He’s captivating. And smart, obviously. I looked into him and saw that he’s been on the dean’s list at his university for the past three and a half years.
For the first three days he’s in my home, I don’t bother him. I wanted him to get settled and comfortable, since this will also be his home for the next year. But it’s hard seeing him walking around with those lush lips and that thick ass without getting a piece of him. And he’s mine for a year. I want him. Now.
I decide to work from home more often while he’s here, but I can’t concentrate because I just saw him walk past my office with a pair of ridiculously short shorts. As tiny as he is, his legs look good and toned. Longer than they should be at his height. And his ass is peeking out of the bottom of his shorts. Does he not wear boxers or briefs? Does he walk around with no underwear?Jesus, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
With that on my mind, I call to him, knowing that he heard me. It doesn’t take him but a moment to come back, arms crossed, a look of aggravation on his face. “Come here,” I beckon, scooting my chair back from my desk.
He sucks his teeth and practically stomps up to my desk. “Yes?”
