Page 15 of Working Out West

I wanted to ask about Adrik’s but knew I couldn’t. “Maybe one day you’ll get to settle down a little.” I bumped my hip into his. “For now, I’m starving, and things could get ugly if I’m not fed soon.”

His lips twitched. “It’ll be delivered soon.”

I looked around me. “Do you have telepathy? I didn’t see you tell or ring anyone?”

“They would have seen me arrive. I ordered for you.” He winced. He actually winced. Worried I wouldn’t want him to take control, maybe?

I would not think about him taking control in the bedroom.

I wouldn’t.

Shit, it was in there now, and I had to abort the thought quickly because Adrik was staring at me like I’d lost it. Which was a possibility.

I cleared my throat. “No, that’s fine… I’ll eat anything, really. As long as it’s not anything with pineapple.” I screwed up my nose. “I hate that stuff.”

“On pizza?”

“Yes! People who have it on pizza are monsters.”

With a laugh, he waved me over to a table I hadn’t seen. “I eat on pizza.”

I went to sit down and nearly missed the seat, which caused Adrik to chuckle some more. “You don’t.”

“Not really. I do not eat pizza.”

My jaw dropped. “You don’t eat pizza?”

He shook his head, smiling.

I blinked. Adrik had heard me rave about it, only for me to discover he didn’t consume the best thing on earth besides chocolate muffins…. I was at a loss for words.

“We’re changing that,” I stated.

He quirked a brow. “We are?”

“Hell yes, we are. Next time we’re going to get pizza for dinner, and I’m going to watch you eat it. Okay, that sounds creepy, but you know what I mean.”

He chuckled. “Da.”

There was a buzz, and Adrik stood and walked over to a massive desk to press something. “That desk is huge.”

He faced me and stared. I said desk, right?

“You do not like?” he asked.

We were still talking about his desk,right?

“I’m suddenly confused,” I admitted.

He stared some more. Until he must have registered whatI’dbeen thinking and grinned, shaking his head at me. “I like big things.”

I snorted.

He glowered, but the venom of it wasn’t there. “Bigworkareas.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” I teased.

He stalked toward me, rested one hand on the table in front of me and the other on the back of my seat. He leaned in close. I ate my heart since it had jumped into my mouth, excited by his close attention.

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