Page 69 of A Broody Mate for the Human
Raffy looks at me, his expression dark. “You sound so convinced, but you don’t know me.”
“It’s a gut feeling,” I explain. “I don’t know why and how, but I just know you weren’t a terrible person. Misguided maybe, and maybe you made mistakes, but definitely not a shit person.”
“I’m worried what I’ll find once I retrieve my memory.” He purses his lips, his expression sullen. I really would like to see him smile once. Most of the time he seems to be pensive and grumbly but also thoughtful, and despite his strong and gruff exterior, he hasn’t been rough towards me once.
“We’ll find out your past,” I tell him. “And I’ll make sure to help you through it.”
“Why?” Raffy wants to know.
I shrug. “Because.”
Raffy seems to consider my offer for a while before he nods. Silence engulfs us, in which I happily munch on my oatmeal while Raffy glares at his bowl. I take pity on him. “Do you want me to order ham and eggs for you?”
“Is that an option?” he asks, surprised.
I almost doubled over laughing. “Did you order oatmeal because you thought it’s the only thing they have?”
He glares at me and grumbles and mumbles something inaudible, making me only laugh more.
Chapter twenty-four
The Super-Dom
*DAVE*
ThereisnowayI’ll let Raffy accompany me even to the drugstore or the gas station without any proper clothes. He is literally squeezed into my jogging pants and shirt, looking like he might just burst out of them any time.
Not that it isn’t hot in a way, but well… definitely not for the public eye!
He is not the only one who needs clothes, though. I also need an outfit for tonight when we go to meet my contact… someone who hopefully might help Raffy and me.
Raffy complains a bit, saying he just needs the absolute basics in clothes but still lets me drag him along to as many stores as I want him to visit. I notice this is a pattern… he grumbles a bit but lets me do as I please anyway and even carries my bags.
“Cute,” he says shortly when I hold up a shirt.
“It’s not for me.” I roll my eyes. “For you!”
He blinks. “It’s orange.”
No shit, Sherlock! “And?”
“Looks better on you.” Raffy scans the racks and grabs another shirt… one with a V line, a pretty tight fit… in a daring red. “This would look good on you too.”
I can feel the confusion growing in me. Is he complimenting me? Is he truly making an effort to find something he finds me sexy in? But why? I take the shirt, mainly to humor him and because he has accepted everything I gave him to wear without even batting an eye—well, aside from his occasional grunts and grumbles.
At the end of our shopping trip, I’ve successfully put together a nice variety of clothes for him. He didn’t feel comfortable with me spending too much on him, so I tried not to go overboard, but I did make sure he had a pair of dress pants, making him look almost deliciously sophisticated, and a few more elegant sweaters and shirts, plus a few casuals. The pair of jeans I found for him really did accentuate his ass nicely. Wow, what a hunk of a man. Those thick thighs and that ass.
I shake my head. Nope, Dave, don’t think about this tasty-looking piece of meat.
“How about we eat something?” I offer, mainly to distract myself from my thirsty thoughts and to carefully prepare Raffy for the fact that we are not done yet.
Raffy looks happy. “Are we done?” he asks.
“Not yet,” I admit. “One last stop… we need our outfits for the nightclub tonight.”
Raffy looks horrified. “Still not finished?”
“How about burgers before we hit the last store?” I coo, successfully luring him towards the little burger restaurant. It’s not one of the usual burger chains, and I know for a fact that their burgers are great.
