Page 14 of Ruin Me
“Not gonna happen, princess,” I clearly don’t appreciate his tone, but I don't voice my opinion.
“Come on, Rhett. You can’t keep me locked up in here forever.” Rhett props himself up on his elbows.
“Who said anything about forever? I’m keeping you safe. There’s a crazy storm raging outside, remember?”
He cocks an eyebrow at me, as if he is daring me to challenge him. I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.
He pulls himself out of bed and my eyes travel to his hard cock. I never understood the termmorning wood, but damn was that thing gorgeous. I moved my eyes further up to roam his body, his rippling muscles moving elegantly with each movement he made. His tattoos curved perfectly to fit his body. I quickly snap my gaze away before he can catch me staring. This man has been the object of my fantasies for years, but I’d rather die than let him tease me for watching him. Rhett saunters over to me, his hand running through his unkempt hair. I can't help but noticethe way his eyes sparkle with mischief, a challenge in his gaze that promises all sorts of forbidden desires.
“You know, Hadley. If you’re hungry we could always eat here,” he licks his lips as his gaze locks on mine. I swallow hard, but I refuse to look away.
“I want actual food, Rhett. I want food that I don’t have to eat in my hotel room preferably.”
Rhett grins widely, his eyes twinkling with a combination of amusement and playfulness. I can't help but feel my heart rate pick up at the sight.
"Persistent, aren't you?" he asks, stepping even closer to me. I try my best to maintain eye contact, but his nearness is becoming overwhelming.
"Please, Rhett," I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to get out of this room. I need to..." I trail off, not wanting to voice the deepest desires that I've kept hidden for so long.
Rhett cocks his head to the side, studying me intently.
"Alright, alright. You win. We'll go out for breakfast. But remember, this is a one-time thing, Hadley. After today, you stay in this room until this storm ends…Agreed?” I immediately nod in confirmation but only because I desperately need to leave the room. Rhett stands before me, in his shirtless glory and I look away from him. He grasps my chin between his thumb and finger forcing my gaze back to his.
“Words, Hadley,” he whispers, his soft kissable lips looking delicious at this moment and I want nothing more than to take them between my teeth.
“Yes,” I breathe out, the room seeming to warm a couple of degrees. He gives me a charming side smile.
“Good girl.” He releases my chin, and I feel as though I can breathe again. “Hand over your wallet and phone.” He pulls on his shirt then immediately holds out his hand. My brows furrow in confusion.
“What? Why?” I take a step back from his outstretched hand and he lets out a noise of frustration.
“Hadley, it’s not up for discussion. You want to leave the room for breakfast, then you need to give me the two things that can aid your escape.”
My eyes go wide. Am I really that readable? He continues to read me as we stand there in a stare off.
“No,” I whisper and take another step away, as he gives me a devilish smile.
“I’m not asking, Hadley, I’m telling you. Hand it over or I will take them from you myself,” tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I pull my phone and wallet from my pocket and place them in his hand.
“I hate you, Rhett,” My voice is hardly a whisper, but he hears me loud and clear.
“I’ll just have to live with that, won’t I?” He tucks my phone and wallet into his back pocket as I wait for him to gather his things, and follow him out of the room.
Rhett leads me to the restaurant downstairs, his hand firmly gripping my wrist as we navigate through the hallways. I can't help but feel an adrenaline rush coursing through my veins as we make our way to the dining area. The storm is raging outside, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Table for two,” Rhett says to the waiter who then leads us to our table. Rhett and I sit in silence as the waiter leaves us with our menus. Rhett breaks the silence first.
“What do you feel like?” He asks. I refuse to meet his gaze as he continues to stare at me.
“I don’t know, the pancakes sound good,” I mutter in response. The awkwardness begins to set in and I start to feel uncomfortable.
I was grateful for the interruption when the server came over to us to take our order.
“Can I get you two a drink to start with?”
I quickly flick to the drink menu, to stop myself from looking into his eyes and feeling myself come unstuck.
“Can I please get a chocolate milkshake, and a vanilla latte? I’m ready to order my breakfast too.” The waiter smiles as he quickly writes down my order of pancakes.
