Page 13 of Thor's Unexpected Mate

However, I hadn’t gotten any dick in months now, so I might have to loosen the reins on that conviction a little bit. Thor didn’t seem like a bad guy. I wasn’t completely convinced he was caring for me on the resort’s dime out of the goodness of his heart though. Still, he wasn’t being a dick about it or forcing me to stay either. Unlike the beauty trapped in a cursed castle, I was free to leave whenever I wanted. If things got weird, I’d just go.

So why not enjoy being pampered for a while? It wasn’t like it was going to happen ever again. How many people found a rich dude who wanted to take care of them without any strings attached? Life was about experiences after all, so time to start experiencing them, I guess.

“Thor?” I called, raising my voice enough to reach the next room.

He appeared in the doorway a moment later. “Is your grandma okay?”

“She’s fine,” I nodded. “She was about to call the police to send out a search party, but I reassured her that I’m okay.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“And I’ve decided to stay,” I added. “While I heal that is. If you’re still okay with it.”

He smiled, his blue eyes shining. “Of course I am.”

“And you’re okay with sending someone down there to help at her farm?”

“I’ll have someone sent that way right now,” he replied, heading over to the couch.

I handed his phone over to him and he shot out a quick text. A few seconds later his phone chimed and he nodded.

“It’s all taken care of.”

“But… I didn’t even give you her address.”

“I don’t need it,” he laughed. “There’s only one old woman with a farm on this mountain and we also know how stubborn she can be.”

I furrowed my brows. “Oh?”

“My father tried to buy her land back in the day so the resort could own the entire mountain. And she’d hear nothing of the sort. Practically drove him off with a shotgun in her hands.”

“Yep,” I sighed, shaking my head. “That sounds like Nana.”

“She’s a tough old thing.”

“That’s true.”

“Let me order us breakfast and we can talk.” He lifted his phone again. “Any allergies? I know you hu–” He cleared his throat. “I know our guests sometimes have them.”

“No. I’m good.”

“You eat meat, right?” It was less of a question and more of a plea.

“Obviously,” I replied, gesturing to my thin and ropey form. “Look how buff I am.”

That made him smile. “Alright, just let me make a few calls and we’ll eat.”

Thor stepped into the other room with his phone held to his ear. I could hear him talking but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. However, I was starting to get a bit bored sitting on the couch the entire time. I swung my legs over the edge and tested putting weight on my injured leg. A streak of white-hot pain surged through my body, and I immediately flopped back on the couch. As far as I could tell, I wasn’t going to be walking on that for a while.

Instead, I reached into my bag and pulled my sketchbook out. I took one glance at the broken pencil and remembered that I didn’t have anything to draw with. Plus, my phone was gone, and I wasn’t in the habit of carrying books with me wherever I went. So, for the moment, I had absolutely jack shit to keep myself entertained. There wasn’t a television in sight either, although considering this was a fancy hotel, it might have been buried in a wall or something.

But then I saw it, an ink pen sitting on the side table near the recliner where Thor had been sleeping. Hearing him still talking in the other room, I decided to take a chance. If I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl. I wasn’t above that.

Lowering myself to the floor gently, I dragged my carcass across the room like I was an injured deer struggling to get off the highway. I made a few pathetic noises, grunted a lot, and I was sweating by the time I got to the chair. However, I’d managed to get there without hurting myself further. I reached up, my fingers just catching the edge of the pen before yanked it down.

“Yes!” I muttered to myself, feeling good about my rather pathetic achievement.

Now I just had to get back.

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