Page 141 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Clearly,” Levi grunts, searching through my drawers. “You have no clothes, Ava.”
“I don’t need much.”Translation: I’m broke.
He shakes his head.
“You know, if my employer paid me a little better, I’d probably have better clothes.”
He doesn’t argue with my joke. Instead, his brows furrow, and he shuts the drawers in defeat.
“Maybe you’re right,” he grunts before disappearing out of the room and leaving me shell-shocked.
It’s not a minute before he returns, tossing one of his oversized T-shirts onto the bed beside me.
“Mine weren’t good enough?”
“No,” he retorts. “Get undressed.”
“You know, you’re awfully pushy,” I say around another coughing fit.
“And tired of your antics,” he mutters, almost like he’s pissed off. Just like the night he brought me home after the party, he’s all business.
He waits while I sit on the bed and contemplate life.
“Are you going to stay here?”
He cocks a brow, shooting me a look.
Oh, right. He’s fucked me seven different ways to Sunday and eaten my pussy at a crowded party.
“Fine,” I grumble, reaching for the hem of my shirt. I tug it over my head and toss it to the floor. To his credit, he only looks at my boobs once when I take my bra off.
Once I’ve shed my shoes, pants, and socks, I slip his T-shirt over my head, and I’m disturbed to find it smells like him, andmy mouth waters.
Honestly, what has he turned me into?
“In the bed.”
“Okay,Dad,” I grunt, and he swats my ass when I climb up onto the mattress.
“Hey!” I gasp, my cheeks flaming a deep shade of red. Unfortunately, my ire is lost on him because I have another coughing fit shortly after. He steps forward, his hand on the top rung of the four-post bed—I can’t even reach that post without standing on the mattress—and his eyes darken when he looks down at me.
God . . . the muscles in his arms could end a war.
“It’s Daddy to you, sweetheart.” My breath gets caught in my throat, and I swear, my heart doesn’t beat for a solid minute. “Now, lie down. I’ll be back in a bit.”
I’m ashamed to say I listen and that my core tightens when I feel his eyes roam over my ass before I slide under the covers.
I’m betting it’s the fever.
“Fine. But if Paulina comes looking for me, I’m blaming you.”
His lips tip up at the corner. “Good girl.”
I’m almost asleep by the time Levi comes strolling back into my room.
I’m so surprised to see him that I don’t even notice the tray he’s carrying until he’s setting it down on the bed over my legs.
“Soup?”
