Page 8 of Awaken the Dragon
That was basically untrue, she had no idea what she was at this moment. Warrior in training, woman in heat, dazed and confused? All she knew for certain was that he was too close, jamming her frequencies and making it too hard to stay focused.
“You don’t look fine. Are you hungry? Do you need something to drink?”
“No. Thank you. I really am okay. Despite how I may appear from traveling for so many hours.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. You don’t look bad at all, just maybe tired. And everybody has to eat so I’ll order something and let you know when it arrives.”
She could say no, close this door and continue looking for the box she knew wasn’t here. Or she could own up to the fact that she hadn’t eaten since this morning and was likely more edgy about the box not being here because she was actually starving.
“That will be fine.”
They stood in uncomfortable silence for a beat, gazes locked on each other, as if they were searching for something but didn’t know what. Well, she knew what she should be searching for and it was not going to be found in this man’s very attractive face.
“Okay, I’ll come get you when the food arrives.”
“I will be here.” In this room going crazy until that box is delivered.
He nodded and she closed the door, pressing her back against it and closing her eyes.
She was being an idiot.
Worrying about the box, feeling nervous about the task at hand, and wondering about these odd feelings emerging whenever that man was in the vicinity. How was it that she had been selected for such an important duty when she could barely keep track of her own thoughts and feelings? Silence was her answer as she begrudgingly went about cleaning the room.
“Sandwiches and donuts. Not exactly a feast but it was quick and I really don’t know what you like.”
He really didn’t know what the hell he was doing. He wasn’t domesticated and usually had his dinner delivered to him without having to study a menu beforehand. Rubbing a hand down the back of his head he waited for her to take a seat so they could get this meal-thing over with. Answers to why he’d even offered the food still floated through his mind, none of which making any more sense than this entire night was.
She looked down at the tray he’d set on the coffee table in front of the couch. “I like both.”
It wasn’t until she sat on the couch barely two feet away from him that he realized he should have set this grand meal up on the table where she could sit on one side and he could be on the other. Actually, there was really no reason for them to take this meal together. He could grab his sandwich and go out onto the balcony to eat. Fresh air would be good right about now.
Getting more answers from her would be better.
He reached for a sandwich and bit into it. When she did the same, he chewed while thinking of how best to ask the things he wanted to know. He didn’t want to seem like he was prying because some of the things he wanted to ask might not have any bearing on his job. He just felt compelled to know more about her for some odd reason.
Theo hadn’t noticed her grabbing a plate to set her sandwich on, or when she’d picked up a bottle of water. “Where is your wedding being held?”
The bottle top dropped to the couch and rolled on the floor.
She leaned forward to pick it up and sat back against the chair, fingers gripping the bottle tight.
“I am not exactly sure. All of the dates, times and locations to where I need to be are in that envelope Monife gave you.”
Interesting. What woman didn’t know the details of her own wedding? He took another bite of his sandwich, taking his gaze off her because the way she was fidgeting with that top and bottle said he was making her nervous.
“Do you normally allow others to make plans for you?”
She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a deep drag. He meant to stop staring at her but he could see her movements in his peripheral vision and couldn’t help turning his head to watch her drink. And how pitiful was that? Watching a client drink water. Yeah, he was definitely losing it.
His dick jumped as he watched her lips touch the rim of the bottle and when she swallowed, well, he couldn’t help but think of her swallowing every drop of him instead of that water.
“I mean, it’s your wedding so don’t you want to have some say in it?” Because talking was better than thinking at this moment.
Gratitude and disappointment battled inside him when she pulled the bottle from her mouth and set it on the table.
“I am not worried about such things. People who are more experienced in that area can handle it.”
She was biting the sandwich again and he decided to do the same, putting the last piece of the half he’d picked up into his mouth and chewing as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
