Page 59 of Devious Lies

But I’m not such a beast that I tell women what to wear or how to primp themselves.

Her back is to me, so she doesn’t see me approach.

She’s wearing my robe, and nothing else as she dishes up what smells like scrambled eggs and bacon.

My stomach rumbles, but my cock is already at half-mast.

Maria turns to me with a smile on her face, but it falters, and I cock my head.

“What’s wrong?”

She licks her lips.

“Nothing, um, I didn’t know you wear glasses,” she murmurs.

Maria hurries to dish up the rest of the meal before handing me a plate. She’s not looking at me, and her cheeks are dusky with embarrassment.

I grin wider. Then I touch her elbow and turn her to face me.

“You like my glasses? I look good to you, Baby Girl?” I ask, knowing she does by the way her dark, almond-shaped beauties seem to eat them up.

“Shut up, you know you look good,” she says and rolls her eyes.

Who knew fucking glasses would be my woman’s kryptonite?

I tuck away the information for later.

She pours me a cup of coffee, and I’m fucking delighted with how she readily hands me things. I want to reciprocate, so I do. I doctor her mug with cream and sugar, noticing her shocked smile as I hand it to her.

“You know how I take my coffee?”

I nod. But I don’t tell her how I know. I don’t say how I’ve spent hours memorizing her.

“Smells good,” I say, trying to shake her out of her reverie.

“Oh? Thanks. Um, how did you know?—”

“Eat your food, Maria,” I tell her, and she listens, lifting her fork to her lips.

I watch her eat, and I am taken with the need to feed her. I don’t know why.

It’s something primal. A marrow deep need to provide for her.

I want to be the one to bring the food to her mouth. To slide it between her lips. To give her everything she needs.

I sit on those feelings.

It’s too soon.

Too much.

I already took her virginity, something a monster like me had no right to do. But now that I took it, I want all of her.

It’s not enough. But I can’t just keep her here.

I have work to do before Monday rolls around tomorrow, and she probably has things she needs to see to as well.

Right on cue, she brings it up.

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