Page 32 of Giving It to the Monster

Chapter Six

“We’re going to enjoy the last really good weather before it gets too damn cold.”

“A barbeque for the whole club?” Natasha asked.

“You wanted to visit the club. Not only do you get to meet everyone, there’s also going to be food.”

“I like it.”

It was Sunday morning, and they were both sitting at the kitchen counter. She sipped her coffee while Saint read the newspaper and ate his cereal. To her, it felt very … domestic.

“You keep on staring at me. You’re making me nervous,” he said.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Ignore me.”

Saint ate some more of his cereal, and she sipped her coffee, staring at him over the rim of the cup.

“What is it?” he asked, putting his paper down, and focusing on her.

Damn, she got a little shiver having his hotness directed completely at her.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nat, it’s not nothing.”

“Okay, fine, Friday night.”

“What about it?” he asked.

Just ask him.

“I woke up in pajamas that I have no recollection of ever putting on.”

“So?”

“Erm, I wasn’t able to ask you yesterday about it. You seemed to rush off to do some stuff.”

“Club stuff.”

“Right, and I guess, how did I get into them?”

“I changed you.”

Natasha bit her lip. “Oh. How?”

“I took your clothes off, and then put on your pajamas. I mean, I didn’t put them on. I put them on you.”

She started laughing. “You closed your eyes though, right?”

“Nope. I stared. You look beautiful by the way. I didn’t take advantage. It’s not my style.”

“I would never accuse you of something like that.”

“Good. I’m not a rapist, or an abuser.”

Natasha frowned. They were strange, really extreme choices of words, and she stared at him. They may have been apart all these years, but she also knew Saint’s little tells. The way he wouldn’t look at her, how he became interested in something over her shoulder.

“You went to see Simon, didn’t you?”

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