Page 55 of Breaking the Code

Giving in, I yank open the drawer and pull out a handful from each bag, leaving the rest in the drawer. I spread them out on my desk, making sure they don’t touch. I hate when my food touches.

He made sure nothing touched when he fixed me something to eat.

I nod as I pick up a thick, slightly greasy, ruffled chip and turn it this way and that in front of my face. My gaze locks onto it like a heat-seeking missile.

Unable to keep myself in check any longer, I shove it in my mouth. Shame and disappointment washes over me.

He told me to eat three meals a day, and I didn’t.

He told me to sleep eight hours a night, and I didn’t.

It’s no wonder he’s not called or come back.

“Have ye eaten?”

I spin in my chair, gulping at the sight of him in front of me.

He’s here!

“Umm…”

He sighs before saying, “Toss that junk or put it back in the bag. I’ll grab ye some food.”

He turns to leave but stops. Stalking toward me, I cannot help but how amazed I am by his gracefulness. Especially for a man his size is. He moves without a rustle or even a whisper.

Like a ghost.

He leans over, gripping my throat and staring into my eyes before taking my mouth. The force shoves my head back on my shoulders. His tongue sweeps inside and I’m lost to him and the power that oozes from him.

He pulls away. The big hand nearly circling my neck holds me in place as his icy blue gaze burns into my brown one.

“We will discuss a punishment for nae following the rules later.”

My mind immediately goes to a spanking. One I’ll enjoy, unlike all the ones I’ve received in the past.

“It is a punishment, nae a funishment. It willnae be something ye enjoy, mo ghille donn, so ye might as well put that gleam in yer eyes away.”

I sigh as he strides out the door.

“A spanking can be both,” I call after him.

His dark, deep, raspy chuckle sends tingles through my body. Even when he’s planning to punish me, he turns me on. I worried his darker, more sadistic daddy side would turn me off, but something about the man puts me at ease.

I turn back to my desk, glancing at the door every few seconds as I clean the chips and candy away.

“He’s nutso if he thinks I’m throwing my goodies away,” I grumble as I stash the bags back in the drawer just as Draven’s footsteps echo through the halls leading back to my rooms.

“There wasnae much to choose from, but I found us something to tide us over.”

Draven places a plate of what is way more than not much in front of me. The eggs and veggies look so good. I look up as he pulls up a chair across from me.

Motioning toward my plate with his fork, he says, “Eat.”

I dig in, not wanting to disappoint him more. Draven does the same, pulling out his comms unit and a stack of paperwork.

“I found all this,” he says between bites.

“What is it?” I ask, wiping my face with the napkin he gave me with my food and silverware.

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