Page 75 of The Demon's Pet

I stared into his handsome, cold face, wondering how I could even have gotten such ideas about him.

I didn’t even like him, and the feeling was mutual.

I should have known it was a dream.

“What?” I asked.

“With dinner,” he said, giving me a smirk as he turned to leave the room.

My heart dropped. Whatever he’d seen, it had been enough to know something. Groaning, I reached for my jeans to pull them on and go out and eat.

I was starving, and at least I could satisfy my hunger in one way.

Even if it was going to be the most awkward dinner of my life.

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When I entered the small area where there was a dining room and kitchenette, Sam set a bowl in front of me with some kind of thick brown soup.

It smelled amazing.

“Beef,” Sam said. “You’re not vegetarian, are you?”

I shook my head.

“The fae have used magic to create synthetic meat, just like the original version. Humans were on the verge of lab-created meat before the great divide.” He eyed me. “I figured, as a wolf, you would be a meat eater.”

I nodded, then eyed the soup suspiciously. It seemed a little odd to eat something cooked by the demon that I was just dreaming about.

He shoved the soup bowl closer, making it slosh slightly. Then he sat in a chair across from me.

“You’re not eating?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” he retorted.

My stomach clenched with hunger, so I scooped up a bite of the soup with a simple spoon that had been next to my bowl. Immediately, spices exploded over my tongue, filling my mouth with warmth, every ingredient the perfect texture and packed with flavor. “Oh my gods, so good,” I practically moaned.

I looked up as Sam moved in his chair slightly, looking vaguely uncomfortable.

I ignored him, eating more of the soup until the bowl was almost gone, at which point Sam got up and served me another one, sliding it over without hesitation. He brought me a glass of juice as well, which tasted of fresh oranges.

The entire time, he just watched me.

“You can cook?” I asked, pushing away the bowl when I was finally finished. I let out a satisfied sigh. “That might have been the best meal I’ve ever eaten.”

Sam smiled, just a tiny crook at the corner of his perfect mouth. As I looked at his face, it was hard not to let images of my dream flood my brain. Those lips on my breasts, those hands pinning mine…

Sam’s smile fell, but his eyes glimmered with intensity. “You were dreaming when I woke you.”

I nearly choked at that and put my hands over my face. “What did you hear?”

“Now, isn’t that an interesting reaction?” he asked, reaching over to pull my hands down off my face before he sat back once again. “I heard nothing.”

I blinked. My cover wasn’t blown.

“But based on your level of redness right now, I think it’s something Ishouldknow.”

I felt even more blood flood my face. Traitorous body. Even now, we wanted him. Wanted to finish what he’d started in my dream.

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