Page 61 of Interview with a Sadist
“Ethan knows how to take care of the club. I’ll stay as long as you want me to. I got you, Bree.”
I pull myself up and look into his beautiful blue eyes.
“Are you sure?” I ask. I don’t want him to feel obligated to stay just to make me feel secure.
“Of course I am,” he says, before smiling and adding. “Now, what do you have here to eat? The Maddy manhunt has made me hungry.”
For the first time since I talked to him on the phone this morning, a smile finally forms on my lips. “Follow me into the kitchen. I’m sure we can rustle up something for you.”
“Oh, not therustling. I’m sure it’ll be something spectacular if you’rerustlingit. It’s not everyday someonerustlessomething for me. Lead the way,RustleSimmons.”
I force a frown, trying to control the smile overtaking my mouth. “I know you didn’t just say that.”
Nolan and I laugh together as we get up from the couch and head into the kitchen, where we open the pantry and refrigerator to find tonight’s dinner. It isn’t until we’ve been standing there staring at nothing that I realize I need to get groceries. Nolan, however, finds a frozen lasagna and points to it.
“How about this?”
“That?”
“Yeah, why not? You don’t like lasagna? That’d be weird, considering it’s in your freezer.”
“Of course I like lasagna,” I reply with a giggle. “It’s just that it’s you, and it’s frozen lasagna. I’d rather make something fresh for you.”
“What? Girl, you better get this oven fired up and make thisfreshfrozen lasagna,” Nolan quips, chuckling to himself as he pulls the box from the fridge and inspects the image on it. “Look at how good this looks. Why wouldn’t I want to eat this?”
I snicker and take the box from him. “You don’t want something a little more special?”
“First of all, all thespecialstuff is obviously still at the grocery store,” he jokes.
“Hey!” I bark, still smiling.
“Secondly, I’m inyourapartment, inyourkitchen, and that’s as special as I need it to be. I’m good, Bree. Let’s get it.”
My mind takes a few seconds to soak Nolan in, smirking at the fact that a man who looks like him is as sweet as he is. Not that I condone anything that Maddy has done, but I understand why someone would get stuck on Nolan. He’s otherworldly and hasn’t stopped amazing me since the moment I sat in his office the very first time.
“Okay. It takes an hour to cook,” I say, setting the box on the counter and opening it at the end. Once it’s in the oven, I go back to the mostly-empty fridge and grab a bottle of wine. “You want some wine? It’s Port.”
“Port? That’s literally my favorite wine,” Nolan says. He walks to the counter and stands shoulder to shoulder with me.
“Is it?” I ask. “Mine, too. I love it because it’s inexpensive and hits like liquor.”
“All facts. See, I knew there was something I liked about you—you and that good taste of yours.”
I pour our wine and we move into the living room to watch TV on the couch. I put on something from Hulu and we make ourselves comfortable, laughing at the comedy. After a few minutes, my wine glass is almost empty and I’m feeling good.
“You want some more wine?” I ask Nolan as I stand up, who’s finishing the last drops from his own glass.
“Definitely,” he replies, standing up to meet me. I turn to walk into the kitchen and he grabs me by the hip, following me as I go. When I reach the fridge, Nolan sets his glass on the counter and wraps both arms around my waist, pulling me as close to him as possible while I try to pour.
“You’re distracting me,” I tell him as I struggle to get the wine into the glass. I spill some on the counter and have to put the bottle down as Nolan nuzzles my neck.
“That’s what I’m here for, right?” he says, the warmth of his breath heating me up. “To distract you from all the bullshit going on. There is no world but ours. It’s impossible for me to be close to you without fantasizing about being inside you. I’ve fought it all night because I didn’t want to be rude, but I think a distraction is the best way to forget about it all. So, let me distract you, Princess.”
“Fuck,” I whisper as I he licks my neck, reminding me of what his tongue is capable of and making me wet. I didn’t invite him over for this, but no part of me wants to say no. The angst I feel about Maddy is nothing compared to how much Nolan makes me want him.
“What about the food?” I whisper as my eyes close and I begin losing my grip on my restraint.
“There’s forty minutes until it’s done,” Nolan says. “I guess you better hurry up and come in my mouth then if you want to eat on time. Right now, I only want to eat you.”
