Page 97 of Receiving His Mercy
“Didn’t eat all day! Not sure about yesterday. Can’t remember.”
Fucking hell.
The woman was a menace. Didn’t she take care of herself at all? Anger filled him and he had to dampen it down. It was no use scolding her now.
He’d get that joy tomorrow.
“You should eat. I’ll make you a grilled cheese.” He set her down on the bed and watched as she lay there, her eyes closed.
A small snore escaped her.
Right. He guessed everything was waiting until tomorrow.
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The smell of food cooking woke her.
Blinking, she stared up at the white ceiling and tried to remember where she was.
Hotel? Cabin?
Apartment. In New York. Right. Her apartment. Where she lived alone.
So who the heck was cooking food? And what were they cooking because it smelled really good.
She sat up and groaned as her head started thumping.
Ouch.
She stared down at herself, surprised to find she was wearing her pajama top without any bottoms. Why hadn’t she put on any bottoms? And why couldn’t she remember going to bed last night?
Also why did her mouth feel as dry and as nasty as a monkey’s butt?
Oh, God.
It rushed back to her. The exhibition. The stupid glass of champagne. She loved champagne. Unfortunately it had it in for her and she had no idea why.
So mean.
So how had she gotten home and into bed? There was only one person she could think of who would do all of that for her.
The one person she really didn’t want to show any vulnerability in front of.
Shit.
She sat and turned, letting her legs rest over the side of the bed. Then she noticed a bottle of water on the nightstand. Attached was a sticky note that said: Drink. There was also a packet of painkillers with another sticky note that said: Swallow.
Jeepers.
Part of her wanted to disobey those clear orders.
But she kind of thought that was just punishing herself. So she took the painkillers and headed into the bathroom to relieve her bladder and brush her teeth. Twice.
After washing her face and taking a shower, she got dressed in a comfortable velvet pink sweatpants and hoodie set, then stepped into the main living area of her apartment.
Where was he?
He had to be here, right? The apartment was filled with the smell of food and coffee.
