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Authors: Reagan Hollow
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not sure I’ll ever want him to stop. Which terrifies me to the bone. I have this instant attraction to this man. My inner turmoil is screaming that I can’t trust him, not after last night. But my body doesn’t seem to get that memo. “I’m sure you can understand why your safety is my number one priority at this point.” He kisses the side of my neck and it takes everything in me to think of something coherent to say.
“You don’t even know me.” I’m breathless and a little light headed, I’m sure the effects from the drugs are still lingering. “Why don’t you pull the security footage?” I say feeling my thoughts scattered. I turn back around to face him, getting ready to push him away from me.
“We have,” he says and I instantly lock up. All of my attention on his next words. I’m almost certain he can hear my heart racing and feel the rapid inhales of breaths entering my mouth. “Only all the footage has been erased from the moment you walked into my club.” And with that, I pass out. Will this ever end?
Chapter 5
I couldn’t have been out for long because when I come around I’m still on the floor of the gym. Of course, I’m not alone. Two very strong arms are wrapped around me and my face is pressed against his very naked chest. Shoot me now, just go ahead and get it over with because I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. And I’m almost positive that Cory now sees me as weak. Well, fuck what he thinks.
I feel a slight rumble in his chest as he softly laughs, “You are going to give yourself a concussion if you continue to pass out on me like this.”
Ha, very funny. I push off his chest and give him the sternest look I can muster considering I’m sprawled out on the floor. “I’ll have you know, this is not a normal thing for me; it’s just that a lot has happened…” I trail off, not finishing my thought because the look he’s giving me it too much. What is wrong with this man? One minute he’s laughing at my expense, the next he’s looking at me like he’d devour me in seconds.
Cory jumps to his feet then lowers his hand to help me stand. “Have you eaten yet?” he asks, all traces of the look he had in his eyes before, gone.
“I’m not hungry,” is all I can say before he gently pulls me to my feet.
“Come with me,” he begins to drag me along, not even giving me a chance to protest. He leads me up the stairs, through the dark hallway, out the main corridor and into the kitchen. We’re the only ones in here, but it smells like a feast was just cooked. Cory walks me over to a bar stool at the counter. “Have a seat, please,” he instructs. I only do as I’m told because I can’t seem to get my legs to quit shaking, or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
He walks around the counter to the oven and removes two plates; the most delectable scent I’ve ever smelled permeates through the air and immediately my stomach rumbles. Chuckling, he sets a plate down in front of me. There’s half a chicken breast sitting on top of some linguine noodles and some kind of creamy sauce spread across the top with a lemon wedge on the side. Whatever it is it smells so fantastic.
“This is Greta’s personal recipe for Parmesan Crusted Chicken and it also happens to be my favorite,” he says with a goofy grin. And for a brief second, I forget about everything that has happened recently— why I’m here in the first place, and just stare at this beautiful man sitting in front of me. Shake it off Lacey.
“It smells great, thank you,” I say as I take a bite trying to be nice. Anything to distract me from this man who has yet to put a shirt on.
“Mhmm.” A slight moan escapes my lips, and I’m not the least bit embarrassed by it. I honestly can’t help it. I don’t think I have ever had home cooking this good before. At least, not since I lost my mom. The chicken is so tender and moist with just the right hint of garlic and butter. I can’t
“You don’t even know me.” I’m breathless and a little light headed, I’m sure the effects from the drugs are still lingering. “Why don’t you pull the security footage?” I say feeling my thoughts scattered. I turn back around to face him, getting ready to push him away from me.
“We have,” he says and I instantly lock up. All of my attention on his next words. I’m almost certain he can hear my heart racing and feel the rapid inhales of breaths entering my mouth. “Only all the footage has been erased from the moment you walked into my club.” And with that, I pass out. Will this ever end?
Chapter 5
I couldn’t have been out for long because when I come around I’m still on the floor of the gym. Of course, I’m not alone. Two very strong arms are wrapped around me and my face is pressed against his very naked chest. Shoot me now, just go ahead and get it over with because I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. And I’m almost positive that Cory now sees me as weak. Well, fuck what he thinks.
I feel a slight rumble in his chest as he softly laughs, “You are going to give yourself a concussion if you continue to pass out on me like this.”
Ha, very funny. I push off his chest and give him the sternest look I can muster considering I’m sprawled out on the floor. “I’ll have you know, this is not a normal thing for me; it’s just that a lot has happened…” I trail off, not finishing my thought because the look he’s giving me it too much. What is wrong with this man? One minute he’s laughing at my expense, the next he’s looking at me like he’d devour me in seconds.
Cory jumps to his feet then lowers his hand to help me stand. “Have you eaten yet?” he asks, all traces of the look he had in his eyes before, gone.
“I’m not hungry,” is all I can say before he gently pulls me to my feet.
“Come with me,” he begins to drag me along, not even giving me a chance to protest. He leads me up the stairs, through the dark hallway, out the main corridor and into the kitchen. We’re the only ones in here, but it smells like a feast was just cooked. Cory walks me over to a bar stool at the counter. “Have a seat, please,” he instructs. I only do as I’m told because I can’t seem to get my legs to quit shaking, or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
He walks around the counter to the oven and removes two plates; the most delectable scent I’ve ever smelled permeates through the air and immediately my stomach rumbles. Chuckling, he sets a plate down in front of me. There’s half a chicken breast sitting on top of some linguine noodles and some kind of creamy sauce spread across the top with a lemon wedge on the side. Whatever it is it smells so fantastic.
“This is Greta’s personal recipe for Parmesan Crusted Chicken and it also happens to be my favorite,” he says with a goofy grin. And for a brief second, I forget about everything that has happened recently— why I’m here in the first place, and just stare at this beautiful man sitting in front of me. Shake it off Lacey.
“It smells great, thank you,” I say as I take a bite trying to be nice. Anything to distract me from this man who has yet to put a shirt on.
“Mhmm.” A slight moan escapes my lips, and I’m not the least bit embarrassed by it. I honestly can’t help it. I don’t think I have ever had home cooking this good before. At least, not since I lost my mom. The chicken is so tender and moist with just the right hint of garlic and butter. I can’t
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