Page 39 of Through You
His tongue makes its way down my neck. My legs are trembling.
Artemis comes back up to my ear and whispers, “I bet you’re already wet.”
This man is going to kill me with his touch, his tongue, and his words. I don’t want to lose control but I’m one lick away from racing upstairs with him and letting him do with me as he pleases.
I remove his hands from my chest and turn to face him, hoping to put some distance between us.
“That is enough,” I reply breathlessly.
Artemis looks at me with a wicked grin, and raises his hands as if to surrender.
“Fine,” he replies, before moving to sit on the other side of the table.
I finish cutting the fruit, and give my breathing time to settle back to normal. I present him with a plate. “You used to hate fruit.”
He grabs a slice of banana. “It’s healthy. In university I didn’t have much time to cook full meals.”
“I don’t believe you can cook, even if you had the time.”
He frowns. “And what do you mean by that?”
“That you cannot cook. Even if your life depended on it.”
He chuckles. “Is that what you believe?”
“I know so.” I fold my arms over my chest.
“For your information, I took a cooking class in university as one of my options and got the highest grade. There is nothing this brain of mine can’t assimilate.”
His arrogance doesn’t bother me. It’s one of the Hidalgo traits I’ve grown accustomed to.
“Oh really? You could never beat me playing video games.”
The arrogant smile vanishes from his face. “Video games are insignificant.”
“Sure, sure,” I concede, amused. “You could never beat me at board games either.”
Artemis shifts his gaze to me.
“Again, they are games, all trivial.”
“I had to help you with biology in school because you hated Mendel’s laws.” He opens his mouth and is about to say something.
“Or are the laws of inheritance also insignificant and trivial?”
Artemis remains quiet and picks up another piece of fruit. I smile victoriously. Mrs. Hidalgo enters the kitchen, and my smile disappears in an instant.
“Good morning, son.” She walks past Artemis while he continues to eat in silence.
I hurry to serve her breakfast the way she likes it, and give her the newspaper.
“Thank you,” she responds before turning her gaze on Artemis. “I’ve told you that I don’t like it when you walk around the house shirtless. It’s in bad taste.”
“I only do it on weekends right after my workout.”
“I understand that you and your brothers think of Claudia as a sister, but she is still a woman. You can’t go around looking like this in front of women. You’ll make them feel uncomfortable.”
I squeeze my lips to suppress a laugh.
