Page 30 of Stealing His Christmas Present

But instead of doing that, Pablo pushed me up to my feet.

I grabbed the towel, wrapping it around me, as I tried to ignore the intensity of my arousal. There was definitely something wrong with me.

Sure, I’d really liked Pablo once upon a time, but I couldn’t still like him. Not after he’d kidnapped me and thrown me into a cell, right?

I glanced at the bulge in his pants. He was turned on too, but he got to his feet. Quickly, he snatched the bag and handed it to me.

“Get back to your cell,” he said.

The bag was heavy, and I stumbled inside my cell, slightly lightheaded. I hadn’t eaten anything decent in a while. Maybe that was why my mind and my body were reacting so strange.

At least I had food now.

Pablo locked the cell, his brow furrowed, his lips tightly pressed together. When he picked up the chair, it looked as if he was going to hurl it at the wall, but he didn’t.

What had he been expecting? Why was he annoyed?

It didn’t matter.

I settled down on my cot and grabbed the first food container from the bag. When I opened the container, I groaned, almost drooling.

The fries smelled divine, and when I popped one into my mouth, I closed my eyes for a moment.

So good.

There was enough food in the bag for more than a day. Anything I wanted.

I just had to eat slowly so I wouldn’t get sick.

Now that was going to be a real challenge.

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