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“I can handle that,” Zeke replies, then leans forward and drops his voice to a whisper. “But I’d rather you wear nothing at all.”
I feel my cheeks flush into a shade of tomato red and my eyes become as large as saucers. Zeke chuckles at my reaction.
“Go get in the shower,” He says. “I’ll rustle up some clean towels and something for you to wear.” He smiles at me and I’m almost tempted. If I weren’t the preacher’s daughter, I might have to invite him to showerwith me.
The blush spreads to my neck as I realize the nature of my thoughts.What is happening to me?
“Thanks,” I squeak and jump off the sofa. I scurry away to Gunner’s bathroom and slam the door behind me before I can embarrass myself any further.
I rush to strip off my clothes and step underneath the warm water. A nice shower is just what I need. It doesn’t even matter that Gunner only has a two-in-one shampoo/conditioner and one bar of plain soap. I wash my hair and scrub my body from top to bottom.
When I’m performing the final rinse, I hear a soft knock before the bathroom door opens.
“I’m not looking,” Zeke calls. “Here’s some towels and something to wear.” True to his word, the door closes quickly behind him.
I turn off the water and wring out my hair before reaching for a towel. I have a knot in my stomach over what Zeke has found for me to wear. The black dress I had on is as revealing as I can stand. What if Zeke has returned with a tiny micro-minidress, like the other biker chicks were wearing?
I exhale in a sigh of relief when I step out of the tub. I look through the clothes folded in a neat pile on the toilet. It’s a black band t-shirt and some gray men’s sweatpants. This, I can manage. In fact, it’s so comfortable that I don’t mind one bit.
After running my fingers through my hair, I give up and search for a comb in the bathroom drawers. I hit the jackpot on the second one I open and jerk the black spikes through my hair. I’m ready. With these supplies, that’s as good as it’s gonna get.
When I open the bathroom door, some steam billows out, and I’m simultaneously struck with the heavenly scent of bacon. I walk towards the black sofas, where Rex is arranging four plates on the coffee table.
“Perfect time!” Rex bellows, motioning for me to take a seat.
I can’t believe this breakfast. There’s bacon and egg sandwiches on toast, hash browns, and glasses of orange juice.
“It smells amazing,” I say, feeling my stomach growl. I’m so focused on the food that it takes a moment for me to realize that Zeke is staring at me appreciatively.
“You look even fucking hotter in my clothes,” Zeke proclaims, and I feel my cheeks turn pink. I’m just not used to compliments. Zeke stares at me and licks his lips, flashing a glimpse of the stud through his tongue. He looks like he could eat me up, similar to the way I plan to inhale this breakfast.
I try to cover my embarrassment by taking a bite of my sandwich.
“Mmm,” I mumble.
“Is it good?” Rex chuckles.
I nod furiously, my mouth full of hash browns.
“You really made all of this food?” I finally ask after swallowing, gazing at Rex with wonder. He’s really surprised me.
“I sure did,” Rex responds proudly. He seems boyish, despite the touches of gray at his temples. His green eyes crinkle at the corners and it makes me wonder exactly how old he is. I’ve always found older men attractive, but Rex has to be around forty. There’s probably a twenty-year age gap between us, and the thought of such an experienced man makes my heart skip a beat.
It’s a delicious meal, but I notice Gunner picking at his food. When I raise an eyebrow, Zeke responds while Gunner scowls.
“Gunner’s already had one breakfast this morning,” Zeke says before Gunner hushes him.
“That’s none ofherbusiness,” He growls.
I wonder what the hell I’ve ever done to him. Or maybe it’s because I’m achurch girl, whatever that’s about.
Before I know it, we’ve finished our sandwiches, and the clock is nearing high noon. I swallow hard and I’m nauseous again. There’s a hard knot in my stomach.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen. I don’t know what Warden will have to say. Oddly enough, even though I'm a prisoner here, they have treated me incredibly well. Maybe even better than at home.
At least I could eat in peace, instead of being hassled about my portion sizes,I think, remembering meal times with my stepmother. Despite how much I dieted, I could never shrink my voluptuous body anywhere near the size two that she wants me to be.
Gunner sits on the sofa while he laces up his black combat boots, but I have no other option than to slip on my heels from the night before. I remind myself that it could always be worse and smile when I imagine stuffing my curves into one of those leather minidresses.
