Page 12 of Little Bunny

Was he sleeping or just resting his eyes? If it had been Elijah in that chair, he would’ve been sprawled over it, drooling as he snored.

But Matias? It figured that even in his sleep he had control. And how in the hell had Elijah ended up in this room? He glanced down to thankfully find his clothes still on.

It was a relief to know the guy who’d full-on seduced him last night wasn’t a perv.

As if Matias felt him staring, his eyes slowly opened. God. They were just as stunning during the daylight as they were in a dimly lit tavern.

Just as intense.

Elijah waved his hand around. “Where exactly am I being held hostage?”

The guy just sat there studying Elijah. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.” His tone implied the opposite.

Now that Elijah was no longer drunk and ready to hug the world, unease crept in. He might not remember all of last night, but he recalled enough to know Matias had commanded an entire room without speaking a single word.

“Glad to see I’m alive.” Elijah glanced around. “Thanks for not killing me.”

Matias slid his hand down his pant leg, wiping away invisible lint. “Did you expect to wake inside a cage in some dank basement?”

He stared incredulously at the guy. “That was… just a little too detailed.”

Either he’d seen that same kind of scene on television or experienced it in real life. Since Matias didn’t look like someone who vegged out on a couch…

The side of Matias’s mouth curled into a half-smile. “I have quite the imagination, conejito.”

I just bet you do.

Elijah licked his lips, heart thundering. “How far am I from the tavern?”

How far had Matias driven Elijah’s unconscious body, and why did that thought unnerve him? Friends gave drunk friends rides all the time.

But he’s not your friend. He’s danger shrouded in mystery.

“A thousand miles.”

“What!” Elijah’s brows shot up, his jaw dropped. It didn’t dawn on him that he hadn’t been passed out long enough for that kind of trip.

Had he?

Matias chuckled. Was that a “I’m joking” laugh or a “you’re fucked” kind of laugh?

“Relax,” he said in his accented voice that Elijah was becoming addicted to. “You are still in my tavern, conejito asustado.”

Pressing his lips together, Elijah pulled his phone from his back pocket and looked up those words. He narrowed his eyes at Matias. “Frightened bunny?” Then it dawned on him. “You’ve been calling me a bunny all night.”

Matias’s light brown eyes twinkled with amusement. “I have, hermoso.”

Elijah typed the word in then glanced at Matias who was watching him closely.

Beautiful. Matias just called him beautiful.

“Not going to translate that one to me?” Matias’s brow arched. “You were much braver last night, conejito.”

“I was drunk, and stop calling me that.” Elijah threw the covers back, but it hadn’t gone unnoticed that Matias was flirting with him again. It wasn’t going to work this time. Elijah wasn’t going to fall for his… everything.

When Matias pulled out his phone and began to type, Elijah eased from the bed, wondering if he could make it out of the room without being stopped.

“Get back in bed,” Matias ordered in an infuriating sexy tone.

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