Page 15 of The Breeding Cave
My chest tightened, and I stared down at the ripples around my smaller breasts. “So, only for my body?” I asked, just disappointing myself. I didn’t know why I had even gotten my hopes up for him.
After a day and a half, I’d thought this beast wanted me for more than just my body.
He drew his fingers through my hair and shifted the conversation. “Someone offered you a job today.”
“How do you know about that?” I asked, raising my brows and deciding to forget all about how disappointed I was after thinking someone actually loved me and wanted to protect me from the cruel, cruel world.
“You should take it,” he urged, almost as if he wanted me there.
“Do you work for Midnight Security Headquarters? Is that why you want me around?” I hummed as a gush of warmth exploded through my chest at the mere thought of how possessive and obsessed he was over me. Even if he didn’t like me like that. “So you can keep an eye on me?”
“No, I don’t work for Midnight.”
“Are you Brent?”
He growled. “No.”
“Oh.” Not that I care that much about Brent.
After Brent had completely walked out on our date—Was it actually a date?—I had decided against taking him up on that job offer to be his assistant. Besides, I didn’t have any experience being an assistant. That ten million should hold over the Dragon Clan.
I could continue working my job at Pink Ivory Coffee Bar until I figured out a way to actually take all the money out in cash, and then I’d quit and never have to embarrass myself in front of Mr. Grumpy ever again.
“You either take the job or I will lock you in my penthouse all day until I come home.”
“So, you’re giving me an ultimatum?”
“Yes.”
“What if I ignore it?”
“You can’t ignore it, Pumpkin.”
Pumpkin?! Warmth gushed between my thighs. God, what is this man doing to me?!
“So, what’s it going to be?” he asked.
I nodded in a haze and placed a hand over my mouth to hide my smile—because had this beast really just given me the cutest pet name ever?! I didn’t know squat about him, and I was all giggly over him calling me Pumpkin! Nobody had ever given me a name like that before.
“What’s it going to be?” he repeated.
“Oh, what?” I asked, snapping out of my daze.
“What’s it going to be? The job or my penthouse?”
My lips formed an O, and I sucked in my inner cheek.
“Maybe I’ll take the job. I don’t want to be inside all day. Besides, I mean, it can’t be that bad to get out of Pink Ivory. There’s this one regular who intimidates me there,” I admitted, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “He orders the same thing every day, he barely says two words to me, and he’s always in a grumpy mood.”
“What’s his name? I’ll take care of him.”
“Luciano.”
A low growl escaped his mouth.
My eyes widened at the growl, and I wanted to look back at him, but he ran his claws so smoothly over my head that I could do nothing but relax in the hot spring against his legs and close my eyes.
“Do you know him?” I giggled. His growl had surely seemed like he did. “Isn’t he grumpy?”
