Page 15 of Working Out West
I wanted to ask about Adrik’s but knew I couldn’t. “Maybe one day you’ll get to settle down a little.” I bumped my hip into his. “For now, I’m starving, and things could get ugly if I’m not fed soon.”
His lips twitched. “It’ll be delivered soon.”
I looked around me. “Do you have telepathy? I didn’t see you tell or ring anyone?”
“They would have seen me arrive. I ordered for you.” He winced. He actually winced. Worried I wouldn’t want him to take control, maybe?
I would not think about him taking control in the bedroom.
I wouldn’t.
Shit, it was in there now, and I had to abort the thought quickly because Adrik was staring at me like I’d lost it. Which was a possibility.
I cleared my throat. “No, that’s fine… I’ll eat anything, really. As long as it’s not anything with pineapple.” I screwed up my nose. “I hate that stuff.”
“On pizza?”
“Yes! People who have it on pizza are monsters.”
With a laugh, he waved me over to a table I hadn’t seen. “I eat on pizza.”
I went to sit down and nearly missed the seat, which caused Adrik to chuckle some more. “You don’t.”
“Not really. I do not eat pizza.”
My jaw dropped. “You don’t eat pizza?”
He shook his head, smiling.
I blinked. Adrik had heard me rave about it, only for me to discover he didn’t consume the best thing on earth besides chocolate muffins…. I was at a loss for words.
“We’re changing that,” I stated.
He quirked a brow. “We are?”
“Hell yes, we are. Next time we’re going to get pizza for dinner, and I’m going to watch you eat it. Okay, that sounds creepy, but you know what I mean.”
He chuckled. “Da.”
There was a buzz, and Adrik stood and walked over to a massive desk to press something. “That desk is huge.”
He faced me and stared. I said desk, right?
“You do not like?” he asked.
We were still talking about his desk,right?
“I’m suddenly confused,” I admitted.
He stared some more. Until he must have registered whatI’dbeen thinking and grinned, shaking his head at me. “I like big things.”
I snorted.
He glowered, but the venom of it wasn’t there. “Bigworkareas.”
“Whatever floats your boat,” I teased.
He stalked toward me, rested one hand on the table in front of me and the other on the back of my seat. He leaned in close. I ate my heart since it had jumped into my mouth, excited by his close attention.
