Page 39 of Fearless

Shit, I’ve really pissed him off now. What the hell was I thinking?

Gig’s up, Meisie. He’ll never fall for your tricks again. You’ll be lucky if he even—

“Hungry?” he asks.

I hurriedly snap my mouth closed when he looks up at me from behind the camera.

Then he ducks down and takes another picture.

This time my mouth is still wide open when he straightens.

“Don’t worry, princess. That last one was just for me.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CILLIAN

It’s done.

And for the first time in days I feel like I can breathe again.

Well, as far as the business side of things go.

The other side, the side I never even knew existed until right fucking now, is being put to the back of my mind. She peached me, and that’s that.

I’m not making her dinner because I like her, or even care about her needs in the slightest. I’m making her dinner because it’s the decent thing to do. She’s a human being, and so am I.

I’ll take it down to her and leave her alone.

There is no need for me to even engage with her now that we’ve done what we set out to do.

I kick the door open, a steaming hot plate of stir fry in one hand and a pint-sized glass of apple juice in the other. Cole should have had the foresight to put some proper lights in here because it makes spotting a little thing like her in the dim light nearly impossible.

I rest the plate and glass down on the nightstand and spin around to look for her. “Is that you asking for another game of hide and seek?”

A movement hits the corner of my eye, the thick bed covers shifting. She’s been in there the whole time, cooried up under the covers like the princess she is.

“I brought you dinner.”

She pokes her head up. “Oh...thanks.”

When she makes no move to come for it, I clear my throat. “Don’t you want to eat it while it’s hot?”

“Yeah, but you left me in my… outfit.”

I can’t help my laugh. Fuck, so I did. “You realize I’ve seen it all before, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t particularly feel like letting you see it again.”

I’m smiling at her quick wit. Fair enough. “It’s now my phone wallpaper, so I can see it any time I damn well please.”

She drops her mouth open but quickly closes it, instead shooting me a look that could kill a smaller man.

“Calm yourself, dear. Wee joke.”

I begin undoing the buttons on my dress shirt, and even in the dim red light I can see her eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you some clothes,” I tell her. “I’d go out and buy you something proper to wear, but I don’t think you’ll be here much longer.”

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