Page 17 of Becoming His Pet

“Yeah, trouble. Just one.” He smiled and moved over to the temperature control unit on the wall.

“There’s AC?” she asked, thrilled that she wouldn’t be sweating her way through the night.

“Yep. The unit’s out back, under the bedroom window, we’ll hear it running during the night, but it shouldn’t be too loud.” He clicked a few buttons, and she heard the rumbling of the unit kick on.

“We?” He’d said we, not her, or him, but we.

“Yeah.” He didn’t add anything else and headed to the narrow fridge in the kitchen area. “If you dance anymore, you’re gonna piss yourself. The bathroom’s down the hall, like I said.”

Damn him for calling attention to that. And more so, for her face heating up like a damn tanning lamp just at his mention of her situation.

“Fuck you,” she muttered and headed to the bathroom. The decor of the cabin was pretty simple. A little minimalist, but she could get behind that. She didn’t decorate her apartment much either. Too hard to pack up everything every time she needed to move. Better to keep everything simplistic.

The bathroom was a little cramped, but she wasn’t surprised. The whole cabin was a good fit for an episode of tiny houses. A stand-up shower and a toilet with an oval mirror hung over the sink.

After emptying her bladder and washing her hands, she looked around for a hand towel. Finding nothing, she wiped her hands on her cut-offs and headed back out to the living room. She noticed two doors when she stepped out of the washroom. He’d only mentioned one bedroom. They’d been clear on the fact there was one bedroom.

Taking a quick peek, she made sure he was out of her line of sight and turned the handle on the door closest to her. A bedroom. King-sized bed, a dresser, a hope chest pressed against the foot of the bed. She closed the door silently and moved to the second room.

She heard something drop to the floor in the kitchen and paused to be sure he wasn’t walking toward her. Long moments passed with no more sound, so she started to turn the knob.

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” That deep voice of his ran along her back. She could feel the heat of him and knew he wasn’t more than a half step behind her.

How did he get so close without her hearing him?

“You said you were a marine, not a ninja,” she replied.

He laughed and leaned into her, pressing her against the door.

“Do you really want to know what’s in here? After how you reacted to my spare bedroom at my apartment, I’m not sure you can handle it.” His breath was on her shoulder. She clenched her eyes closed, unsure of the feelings awakening inside her.

“No, that’s okay,” she answered and pushed back against him. He stepped back. She hadn’t been trapped, he just let her feel like it.

“There isn’t much in the way of food here. Just some essentials like chips and beer, a case of ramen noodles.”

She turned around to face him. He had that sexy grin on his lips again, the one she’d seen at the flower shop.

“Whatever. I’m fine.” Of course, her stomach took that moment to make its emptiness known and growled.

Greg looked at her stomach, where her hands were now covering and laughed. “We really should do something about your habit of lying. C’mon, let’s get you something to eat.”

She followed him to the kitchen.

“I have some bottled water in the fridge, too, in case beer isn’t your thing.” He grabbed a bag of chips and tore it open, offering her the bag.

“Thanks.” She took the bag from him and sat down at the table. “Beer’s fine,” she said when he opened the fridge.

He popped open two bottles and handed one to her, finding himself a spot near the doorway to lean against the wall and try to kill her with all his hotness.

She was going to get a man once this was all finished, because obviously it had been too long since she had one. Not that he wasn’t hot as hades with his fit physique, his tattoos and strong jaw. But fuck if she would get involved with GI Joe.

“So, this is your place?” she asked after chomping on the salty goodness that was potato chips.

“Yeah. Well, and Blake’s. There’s a main house down the road a bit. I don’t stay there though, it’s his. I like having this cabin and the woods.”

“You own the woods?” She paused mid-chip selection to ask.

He laughed. “Not all of it. Just about a hundred acres around the main house.”

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