Page 29 of Kinknapped

"Did you make ones for the guys?" I thought back to how each lingered in my nose. They were unique and delicious.

"Sure did." Hekept his hands in the glitter, gently rolling the cup in it. My eyes focused on him, seeing him in his element. For a man as big as him, it felt weird seeing him love crafting, but his talent was unmatched. Projects lined the bar once they finished with tags to know each order number. Backdrops were rolled up a the wall for him to easily pull down for a photo session in the back of the room. Not only was he thorough, but he was also organized. Two skills that almost contradicted the other.

"You're so organized."

"Tal helped with that. He made me a system I could follow because he didn't like how I first did it. He's not one to like a mess." Kage placed the cup on a spinning thing before beginning the next cup. He had five rotating things for the cups, but only one had an open slot.

"Those are pretty." I got closer, studying the designs on them. They were dark romance themed, making me smile.

"One of the biggest markets for my things are women like you who enjoy what they read. I've made a perfume calledDragon's mate. I couldn't make enough to keep any in stock." He laughed.

"You have a pretty smile," I commented on it because he rarely did under his wavy hair.

"The only thingnot ruined about me."

"You're not ruined!" I argued.

"Oh yeah? So if I met you in a grocery store and asked you out, you'd say yes?" He lifted his gaze for me to deny it. "You got my skills before seeing my face."

"I think you sell yourself short." I got closer, tucking back his light brown curls behind his ear. "Your hair is incredible, you have two dimples when you grin, and you have the prettiest blue eyes I've ever looked into. They remind me of a husky's. Then there's your strong frame that makes a woman feel protected because of your size. Your scars? They just tell me you survived something that should've broken you, but it didn't. And all of that is why I called you Alpha so easily."

"Careful, Little Omega," he growled. "I might not keep the hands-off rule if you keep looking at me like that."

Ugh. As much as I wanted him, I knew my body needed the recovery... until later tonight. I stepped away, pouting. That's when I saw his lunch was a gas station burrito. "Are you eating that? I've heard they do terrible things to people."

"Sure am, and I've never had problems." He cleaned his hands after getting the last cup spinning. "Why don't you spend the next little bit soaking in the bath and getting ready for dinner? It'll help your nerves when you're by yourself."

"How did you know I don't like to be alone?"

"You mentioned being lonely in your sleep during your nap on the couch. You don't like that you're alone, so even a stranger's bed feels less lonely." He let his hands rest on the bar. "Go get in the bath, and I'll come join when I get a few shirts pressed."

"You'll join me?" I bit my lip.

"In the bathroom, yes. Not in the tub. I don't let people see my body."

A sadness found me. I didn't like he wouldn't let me. "Where did the scars come from?"

"An angry father," he answered easily.

Something pulled in my chest, and I wanted to kill his dad for hurting him. My feet helped me climb the stairs, but Kage stayed on my mind. I wanted him to show me his scars because I began wanting more with all of them. When I got to the top, I yelled down the stairs again before slamming the door. "Scars are hot, so get over yourself!"

We walked into the restaurant that took us nearly an hour to drive to. I felt like me once again in the deep V dress I wore. The red shade kept driving the guys wild, and I enjoyed teasing them. They stayed true to their word, not touching me for the last twenty-four hours. My chafing didn't rub me raw now, and I could keep my legs together without hissing. My pussy still hurt, but I knew that wouldn't go away after being stretched and fucked yesterday.

"Is this table okay?" the waiter asked.

"Yes." I sat in the chair he even pulled out for me after laying out the menus. "Thank you."

"Excuse me?!" a woman called to him, raising her fingers to snap them in his direction. Jesus, the rudeness of it made me watch in disbelief. He gave us a curt nod to remove himself, giving us minute to look things over with a promise to return shortly. He moved to the woman, asking if she was ready to order. She asked what he'd recommend.

"We have a newCaprese salad that's delicious! It comes with grilled chicken that's been marinated in-"

She cut him off. "How dare you?"

"Huh?" he asked her.

"You're calling me fat, telling me I need a salad!" Oh god. She was one of those women. "How dare you body shame me! I want your manager!"

He didn't have to go fetch his boss because he'd been making rounds to all the tables. A swiftness made his strides longer to reach them faster. "Is everything okay?"

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