Page 12 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“Ah no, pet.” I like having her at my mercy far too much for that. “How do I know you wouldn’t kidnap me again?”
“That’s as likely as you rating this cottage five stars in your verified review.”
“You could absolutely earn five stars with your hands, pet.” She blushes and savage delight rips through me that I’ve affected her. “But it’s not worth the risk,” I add. “For a mafia boss to be kidnapped by a pint-sized girl like you once is embarrassing. Twice…”
She snorts.
I’m enjoying this far too much.
Unable to hide my smile, I grab ingredients and find the other items I need from the cupboards.
After a few minutes, and when I have creamy batter in a jug, she mutters, “You really know how to make waffles?”
“Are you doubting my culinary skills as well as depriving me of my liberty?” I pour the mixture into the hot iron.
“You played along!” she protests, not letting me get away with the lie.
Because I think I was half in love with you, and I’m further now because you’re smart and sweet and resourceful. And kind—feck—so kind. You were going to help your brother despite him being a fecking eejit.
“A moment of weakness.” I’m powerless to resist her. “What if it gets out that you kidnapped me?”
“It won’t.” She wriggles in the chair.
“My reputation will be shot to bits.” I peek at the waffles and the scent of warm, sweet dough fills the air. Perfect.
“I’d never tell anyone!”
“And then there’s the issue of compensation,” I continue, flipping the golden waffles onto a plate.
“Compensation?” she repeats cautiously.
“You kidnapped me.” I scatter the berries on the top, adding a dollop of butter, then drizzling honey over the whole lot.
“I don’t have anything to pay you.”
“No?” I bring the plates over, and pull up a chair in front of her, the table to the side.
“Didn’t you hear me in the car?” she replies with a touch of impatience. “I’m skint. We have to sell this house because my brother is so in debt. I’ve got nothing.”
“Nothing but your beautiful self.” I cut a piece of waffle and spear it with the fork, then offer it to her mouth. “Good thing I don’t need money, huh?”
Her gaze pings between my face and the sweet treat I’m offering her.
“Do you like waffles?” I check.
“Yes.”
“Me too.” We have that in common. See? Soulmates. “So what’s the issue here?”
She squirms. “I don’t normally have them with so much honey and butter. Lots of sugar is bad?—”
I shove the piece of waffle into her mouth to put a stop to such nonsense.
“Do not fecking continue with that thought,” I growl as she stares at me in shock. “Eat.”
Achingly slowly, she closes her lips and chews. A little mew of pleasure comes from her throat as she swallows.
My cock twitches at the sight of her. The sound she makes is so innocently sexy, I want to eat her whole.
