Page 42 of His Reward
He must have bought new cookware because I’ve never seen that pan before, nor the gleaming pot puffing steam on another burner.
“Need any help?”I offer.
Just nowhere near the stove,I don’t say.He glances at me as if he heard me anyway.
“It’s almost done.You can get out the plates and utensils.”
A few minutes later, we sit down to eat Malcolm’s tasty beef stir fry.Unlike the other times we’ve shared a meal, it’s quiet between us.
The easy vibe we had when we first came home and discussed Mr.Wolsey is gone, replaced by a tension that seems to grow heavier in the silence.
Finally, Malcolm breaks it by setting down his fork with a resoluteclinkagainst his plate.He holds my gaze.
“About last night...”He pauses.“It won’t happen again, I promise.I won’t touch you again.”
The words slip out of me.“You did more than touch.”
His gaze turns heated.“Yes, I did.EverythingI did to you last night, I won’t do again.”
I look down, warmth in my cheeks as I idly push a piece of broccoli around on my plate.His words should bring me comfort.I don’t feel it.Only disappointment.
I lift my gaze to his.“I’m still going to lock my bedroom door.”
“I get it,” he says with a faint smile.“Just so you know, the bedroom doors in most apartments only have a privacy lock.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“They’re for privacy, but they’re not real locks.It’s easy to open them from the outside with a flathead screwdriver or a coin.”
I narrow my eyes at him.His handiness is a blessing and a curse.
“Fine.I’ll drag my dresser behind my door then.”
He nods.“That will keep me out.It looks heavy, though.I can help you move it.”
“Then you’ll be in there—” I cut myself off at his smirk and shake my head in amusement.“Nice try.”My smile falls when I remember something I meant to ask him.“Speaking of the dresser, is your back OK?It looked like that asshole shoved you against it really hard.”
“The spot is still a bit sore but it’s going away.”
I can rub it for you.
That’s an equally bad idea as when he offered to rub my feet.Paranoid I might say the words out loud, I stab my broccoli with my fork and stick it into my mouth.
17
Malcolm
June finally leaves her bedroom trailed by fruity and flowery scents.She started getting ready well before I showered, yet I had to wait for over half an hour for her to be done.
It’s a mystery what took her so long though the end result is worth it.She’s gorgeous as always.Especially so in a short, blue summer dress with a white floral print and thin straps, her dark curls down her back.
She throws me a smile on her way to the shoe rack.When she bends over to grab a pair of white sandals, the shape of her perfect ass and the view of her upper thighs seize my attention.
It would take me two seconds to be over there.I would hold her bent over like that, shove her dress up, pull her panties to the side, and slide deep into her.My cock begins to harden at the thought.
Oh fuck.
Abort!Abort!
