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Authors: Elizabeth Lennox
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empty stomach, she thought angrily.
She’d just been about to get up off the bed and find out what was under the silver covers, but when he ordered her around like a dog, that stubbornness flared to life once more. She stared back at him, pretending like he hadn’t just ordered her to move and her stomach didn’t feel like it was caving in from hunger.
With a sigh, he turned around and glared at her. “Wyndi, it has now been more than eighteen hours since you last ate. I know you are hungry, so stop being ridiculous and come sit down.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she made herself more comfortable on the bed. “It doesn’t matter how hungry I might have been, my appetite simply disappeared the moment you entered the room. I guess your presence now has that effect on me.”
He wanted to applaud her spunk, but he was too worried about her getting some nutrition to be impressed. Taking another approach, he walked slowly over to the bed, his eyes moving over her slender figure suggestively. “I guess I’ll just have to interpret your lack of an appetite for food to be an appetite for me to join you in that large, comfortable bed. Is that right?” he asked, his eyes flaring at the idea.
Wyndi was having none of that! She jumped off of the bed, leaping to the opposite side to protect herself from him touching her. “Don’t you dare!” she growled angrily.
And with that rejection, the fire inside of him was once again ignited. She didn’t know him well enough, and if the truth were told, he didn’t even understand his reaction to her lately, but her rejection of his touch only made him want to prove that she wasn’t as immune to his touch as she’d like to claim. It was as if he needed to put his stamp of ownership on her, to make her so crazy with desire that she would tell him everything he wanted to know.
With that intent in mind, he moved towards her, his intention clear.
“What are you doing?” she gasped when he had taken no more than three steps.
“I’m going to prove that you’re not as repulsed by my touch as you continue to assert. That should go a long way towards proving that you are a liar.”
She looked around, trying to figure out how to stop him. When nothing occurred to her, she panicked. “Please Tamar! I’ll eat. I’m starving actually. I really could use some food right now and what you’ve provided smells absolutely delicious.”
Tamar stopped, looking at her pale skin and the glassy look in her eyes. She definitely needed to eat something and he found that he couldn’t seem to push himself on her, even though he knew that it would take very little effort to get her purring in his arms once more. Priorities, he told himself. She needed food, then she needed to understand that he would not tolerate her lies.
He reached out and took her hand, intending to drag her over to the table, but instead, he tucked her hand onto his arm and led her gently over to the table. He even pulled out the chair for her despite the fact that he was sorely irritated with himself for giving her any kind of consideration.
“Tell me about your past. What got you into the hacking business?” he asked, sitting down across from her and lifting the silver covers off of several bowls filled with fragrant, diced meat, a bowl of black rice and various grilled vegetables.
Wyndi contemplated ignoring him, remaining silent, but she wasn’t sure what he would do if she refused him. And perhaps she might be able to get some information out of him if she cooperated slightly.
“I learned how to write code in college,” she explained as he filled her plate high with the black rice first, then the meat and vegetables. He also handed her a sauce that smelled incredibly good. She told him about her classes in various subjects, and how none had felt “right” to her until she started creating software code. She’d even developed a video game that would help kids with their math homework.
“What
She’d just been about to get up off the bed and find out what was under the silver covers, but when he ordered her around like a dog, that stubbornness flared to life once more. She stared back at him, pretending like he hadn’t just ordered her to move and her stomach didn’t feel like it was caving in from hunger.
With a sigh, he turned around and glared at her. “Wyndi, it has now been more than eighteen hours since you last ate. I know you are hungry, so stop being ridiculous and come sit down.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she made herself more comfortable on the bed. “It doesn’t matter how hungry I might have been, my appetite simply disappeared the moment you entered the room. I guess your presence now has that effect on me.”
He wanted to applaud her spunk, but he was too worried about her getting some nutrition to be impressed. Taking another approach, he walked slowly over to the bed, his eyes moving over her slender figure suggestively. “I guess I’ll just have to interpret your lack of an appetite for food to be an appetite for me to join you in that large, comfortable bed. Is that right?” he asked, his eyes flaring at the idea.
Wyndi was having none of that! She jumped off of the bed, leaping to the opposite side to protect herself from him touching her. “Don’t you dare!” she growled angrily.
And with that rejection, the fire inside of him was once again ignited. She didn’t know him well enough, and if the truth were told, he didn’t even understand his reaction to her lately, but her rejection of his touch only made him want to prove that she wasn’t as immune to his touch as she’d like to claim. It was as if he needed to put his stamp of ownership on her, to make her so crazy with desire that she would tell him everything he wanted to know.
With that intent in mind, he moved towards her, his intention clear.
“What are you doing?” she gasped when he had taken no more than three steps.
“I’m going to prove that you’re not as repulsed by my touch as you continue to assert. That should go a long way towards proving that you are a liar.”
She looked around, trying to figure out how to stop him. When nothing occurred to her, she panicked. “Please Tamar! I’ll eat. I’m starving actually. I really could use some food right now and what you’ve provided smells absolutely delicious.”
Tamar stopped, looking at her pale skin and the glassy look in her eyes. She definitely needed to eat something and he found that he couldn’t seem to push himself on her, even though he knew that it would take very little effort to get her purring in his arms once more. Priorities, he told himself. She needed food, then she needed to understand that he would not tolerate her lies.
He reached out and took her hand, intending to drag her over to the table, but instead, he tucked her hand onto his arm and led her gently over to the table. He even pulled out the chair for her despite the fact that he was sorely irritated with himself for giving her any kind of consideration.
“Tell me about your past. What got you into the hacking business?” he asked, sitting down across from her and lifting the silver covers off of several bowls filled with fragrant, diced meat, a bowl of black rice and various grilled vegetables.
Wyndi contemplated ignoring him, remaining silent, but she wasn’t sure what he would do if she refused him. And perhaps she might be able to get some information out of him if she cooperated slightly.
“I learned how to write code in college,” she explained as he filled her plate high with the black rice first, then the meat and vegetables. He also handed her a sauce that smelled incredibly good. She told him about her classes in various subjects, and how none had felt “right” to her until she started creating software code. She’d even developed a video game that would help kids with their math homework.
“What
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