Page 62 of Enthrall Climax
“That won’t happen. They know I could cause a lot of mayhem.”
“So why did they give it to me?”
“They want to tear us apart, Mia.” He gave a shrug. “They know you’re my weak spot.”
“That’s why we have to trust each other.”
“Exactly, and if you ever get something like this again,” he said, tapping the photo, “you show it to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry it hurt you.” He gave me an affectionate smile. “Hungry? I need to feed you. Tame the monster.”
My chin crashed onto his bicep. “Starving.”
“I’ve booked us a table at Casa Cole.” Seeing my puzzled frown, he added, “I’ll cook, okay? Let’s stay in.”
“Thank you for understanding.”
“Forgive and reset. That’s the only way we’re going to make it, Mia.” He reached into the closet and grabbed a T-shirt off a hanger, pulled it on and then grabbed his boxer shorts. “Put your PJs on.”
He scooped me into his arms, causing me to squeal with laughter, and then flung me back onto the bed.
I bounced on the mattress. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make everything okay?” A few hours ago my world was falling apart and now I was swooning.
“Turn around,” his voice rasped.
I rolled onto all fours and raised my butt in the air.
His palm came down hard on it. “I’m half tempted to eat you for dinner.”
My solar plexus tingled. “I want you to.”
“Hold that thought. I have to make a call.”
I pushed myself up and questioned him with a wary stare.
“My mom.” He rolled his eyes. “We need to find out who the cake came from. I suspect it was from The Dionysus Club, but I have to be certain.”
Quickly, I rummaged around in the dresser and found my silk PJs.
Padding into the bathroom, I washed myself and then tackled my knotted hair. Sex with Cole played havoc on my locks.
“Mia!” Cameron called from the kitchen.
I found him at the central island mixing ingredients in a bowl. “I’m making crêpes,” he said. “I’m craving sweets. Sound okay?”
“Sounds perfect.” I reached for the bunch of bananas and peeled two off, then found a chopping board and a knife.
The cake was gone.
“What did your mom say?” I sliced into a banana.
“Didn’t come from her.” He shrugged. “Not really her style. She’s more of a cupcake kind of gal.” He grinned.
