Page 14 of The Alpha's Gamble
Something about his tone suggested he didn’t mean he’d step into the living area, politely inform me the time was up, and usher me into his bedroom like a gentleman.
I lifted my chin. “You can try, if I haven’t finished that cheesecake yet.”
I spun on my heel and strode out, his low laughter echoing behind me.
Fucker.
I was going to enjoy thehellout of that cheesecake. After I’d had the rest of my meal. I’d compromise to the extent of saving the flourless chocolate cake and the apple tart for later, and he’d better be fucking grateful.
If he tried to make good on his implied threat, he wouldn’t find me as passive as he had last night.
My bravado stood on shaky ground, and I knew it. But a few bites of the filet had me feeling a lot more ready to stand up to him.
The sound of the shower in the back of the suite helped. Knowing where he was, and that it wasn’t next to me, helped a lot.
But then the shower shut off and I heard him moving around in his bedroom. The ten minutes had to be almost up.
I felt him there without needing to look. He’d come into the room silently, but his presence raised my hackles. Defiantly, I took another bite of mashed potatoes without acknowledging him, and then glanced at him out of the corner of my eye as he sauntered through the living area—wearing nothing but a towel wrapped precariously around his waist. Little rivulets of water ran down over his massive shoulders, trickling over his pecs and biceps. His hair gleamed, slicked back with water but already starting to wave at his temples.
MacKenna had legs like fucking tree trunks.
His third leg was almost as big, at least in my fevered recollection, but for now the towel was keeping it safely out of sight.
No tent in the front of the towel. So the anticipation of fucking me didn’t get him all that hot and bothered, huh? Well, fuck him sideways. I’d make him work for it.
My own cock felt heavier than it had a minute ago, and that pissed me off even more.
Slowly, without acknowledging him in any way, I cut a piece of the salmon I’d moved to after polishing off the filet, and I put it in my mouth even more slowly.
MacKenna didn’t react.
Another bite, and the back of my neck started to prickle. He wasn’t standing behind me, more like off to the side, but he could still watch me fully while I could only glance at him. And I didn’t want to do that too much; I was ignoring him, damn it! His gaze only weighed on me more heavily as the seconds ticked past. The salmon had practically melted in my mouth when I started eating it, and now it stuck in my throat.
Movement out of the corner of my eye made me jump, and my fork skittered on the plate with a cringy screech. A breath of a sound could’ve been MacKenna’s low laughter. I forced myself to put one more bite of lemony rice in my mouth as he crossed the room and settled himself on a sofa, putting his phone down on the coffee table in front of him. I hadn’t even noticed him holding it—but of course a dick like him would have something to keep track of the time. It wasn’t the same sofa he’d been on the night before, but the one at right angles, putting him across from me instead of in my peripheral vision.
The fucker wanted me to have to see him.
He stared me in the face while my breath stuttered in my chest, and my hand shook a little as I tried to capture a bit more of the rice.
And then he tugged at his towel, letting it fall to the sides and reveal his cock, now half hard and lying against his thigh.
I refused to meet his burning dark eyes, but I couldn’t help staring at his cock for a second.
Okay. I could do this. He wasn’t dragging me to the bedroom. He wasn’t doing anything at all.
So a naked alpha who basically owned me for the moment was watching me eat lunch, with extreme prejudice, from halfway across the room.
So what.
My side salad. I still needed to eat that before I started on the cheesecake.
Moving the plates around tipped my hand, though, because they clinked against each other and I cursed as I almost dropped one.
MacKenna wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke.
I dropped the plate with a thunk and clatter after all, a few croutons tumbling off and pattering on the floor.
“Don’t mind me,” MacKenna said pleasantly. “Eat up. After all, you’re the one paying for it.”
