Chapter Seven

DRAVEN

I wake up not really knowing where I am. The bed beneath me is so soft I honestly wonder if I might be asleep at all. Maybe I’m not asleep, maybe I am dead and in heaven.

But then the doorbell rings.

Did I have plans this morning? I think I did. I’m almost sure I did…but what?

I open my eyes. “Shit! What time is it?!”

The doorbell sounds again, and I fall out of bed reaching for the things I wore yesterday. “Fuck! I’m coming! Hold the hell on!”

Stumbling down the stairs in my dirty clothes, I flip the switch allowing the shades to reveal the heavy fog of morning crowding the yard. The sight brings a contented smile to my face.

Wow…it really is beautiful here.

Ding dong!!!!

“Jesus!” I screech, opening the door. “The fuck is your deal?”

He stands there looking sexy as hell, the hint of a smile on his face. “I told you nine a.m. sharp.”

Domonic.

Of course. I forgot all about the breakfast appointment.

rubbing the sleep from

late. It’s

to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a stark white tank

his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on each and every one. Holy

wafts toward me and I nearly

Margo. I can smell her

I’m angry. I can’t explain why, nor do I have the right

want to get up. I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes laughing

and his smile disappears. “You got what

“Not you. So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a bright

Wait a minute! I told you we were going

grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast with

amusment. A half smile

Did she

a sarcastic frown. His face looks

him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I say, “When did she

questions get stupid answers,

ticks his jaw, casting his eyes downward as

you said you were taking her home, last night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes as I

in and save him from my wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his arms over his chest and idadvertanlty making his pectorals more prominently visible. His face turns indignant, ” -wait a

I chirp sweetly, flashing him my cockiest smile. “And I do not have to have breakfast with you.” I attempt to close the door, but he pushes inside, and I throw my hands up in frustration. “Really?” I snap, stomping my foot in annoyance. “You’re just going to push yourself inside? You see? This is why I want to pay rent! So that I don’t have to let you in here and I don’t have to be nice to you.” I grant

eyes are shing with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders and sizing me up as

never intended to come to breakfast,” I lie. I was going to, but now that I know she only just left,

argue with himself about something, his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he swallows thickly.

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