Page 46 of Beautiful Beast

“I stay in bed with the snooze button for as long as possible,” I confess. “I do hot yoga and spin classes every week though.”

“You’re in banging shape, princess.”

While we wait for the food to arrive, Adam tells me more about his Uncle Dennis. The man had a pivotal role in Adam’s childhood, and I hate that Adam is losing one of the only people who matter to him.

Life is so goddamn unfair sometimes.

“Do you want me to go get the food?” I ask. “Or you’ll have someone bring it up because you’re all fancy and shit?”

“The concierge will bring it up. I’ll answer the door though. I’m not letting you pay.”

He stands up and I take a minute to admire the view. He’s wearing a tight, white T-shirt and grey sweatpants that show off a very sizeable bulge.

“I should probably just go get it,” I tell him, twisting my phone around in my hands.

“You’re not paying.”

“It’s not about money. You’re just on fleek right now.”

Adam frowns. “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you’re looking like a snack. What if the concierge is a hungry young lady?”

His face morphs into a mask of confusion. “A what?” He crosses his arms, but all that does is show off his strong, bulging biceps and doesn’t help his cause.

I groan and bury my face in Buster’s fur. “You’re so old. Likesoold. You were right, this will never work. You don’t even speak my language.”

“You go from saying opulent to calling me food and… Fleek isn’t even a word for god’s sake. You’re just making shit up.”

“Allwords are made up,” I remind him. “It just means you look sexy. Like a gorgeous, sculpted god actually. Don’t you know women love grey sweatpants? Well, at least when guys with gigantic cocks wear them. If women aren’t staring at your dick while you’re wearing them, then sweatpants just aren’t for you.”

He tries to scowl, but his lips twitch into a smile. “Thank you, I think.”

My eyes roam freely over his body and land right on his cock. I don’t know how he can be a grower and a shower, but here we are.

“You’re sex on legs, Adam.”

“I promise Enrique isn’t interested and he won’t think I’m… A fleek snack. I’ll be right back with our food.”

I’m actually ridiculously proud of him for opening the door and not hiding his face like a thief in the night, but I don’t say anything. If I make it into a big deal, he might get uncomfortable and decide to let me answer the door after all.

Adam returns with brown paper bags emitting the best smell in the city. I’m an expert at finding hole-in-the-wall establishments with reasonable price points and phenomenal food.

“Do you want me to get plates?” Adam asks. “Set the table?”

“No way. Just give me the box and I’ll eat it right here.”

He laughs and passes me the bag before heading to the kitchen. He returns with the rest of the bottle of wine and actual chopsticks.

“I’m not eating with the cheap throwaway ones,” he says. “I have to draw the line somewhere.”

“Fair.”

Buster’s nose goes straight into the air as soon as I open the box of sliced chicken with eggplant in garlic sauce, and he’s suddenly a lot less interested in his nap.

I pet him in between gigantic bites. I didn’t have a chance to eat at work today, and I guess it’s showing.

When my hand rests on Buster’s scar, I notice Adam’s gaze on us, but he doesn’t say anything. I’m so used to people asking me about it and giving their opinions. One asshole even said it looked like the bat symbol.

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