Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Yeah.”
“Careful that you don’t care too much, or you’ll end up like Santiago, living on a compound with over a hundred people.”
When she nods, I ask, “Are you going to keep standing over there?”
She shakes her head and comes to take a seat beside me. When she leans back slowly and there’s a flash of discomfort on her face, I mutter, “You overdid it today.”
“We had a busy day.”
She lets out a sigh as she kicks off her high heels before pulling her legs beneath her and leaning more into the couch.
Reaching for her, I pull her down until her head is on my lap. “Sleep.” When she opens her mouth to protest, I press my fingers to her lips and shake my head. “Sleep, Cassia.”
She closes her eyes but still mumbles, “We need to talk.”
“Later.”
I place my hand on her bicep and gently brush my thumb over the scar that’s still swollen.
When she drifts off and her breaths even out, I unlock my phone and get back to work. I make all the payments to the mercenaries, so Cassia won’t have to worry about it.
A warm sensation trickles into my chest because it feels good taking care of my woman.
Chapter 22
CASSIA
I’m woken when Tobias returns with the food, and feeling groggy, I sit up and rub my palm over my face.
“You didn’t get much sleep,” Knight mutters, sounding upset.
I glance at him. “I’ll go to bed early tonight.”
He nods while climbing to his feet. “Stay. I’ll bring your plate.”
My eyes follow him to the kitchen, and I hear dishes clanking and his voice rumbling, but I can’t make out what he’s saying or Tobias' reply.
Knight comes out of the kitchen carrying two plates with burgers and fries. He hands me mine and sits down beside me again.
When Tobias comes into the living room, he says, “I’m going to head to a motel if that’s okay, boss?”
So that was what they were talking about.
I nod. “Be here at eight tomorrow morning.”
“Okay. Have a good night.”
“You too.” I watch as he leaves, taking Knight’s SUV for transport.
“Eat,” Knight murmurs before popping a fry into his mouth.
I take a bite of my burger, and while I chew, he says, “The private jet will be ready tomorrow at ten am. The airfield is an hour from here. I’ve also made a booking for the hotel.”
I swallow the bite down, then ask, “How much did it all cost?”
“It’s taken care of.”
I set the burger down on the plate and stare at Knight until he finally looks at me. “How much?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I let out a sigh. “It’s business expenses. Either you tell me how much, or I’m just going to transfer a random amount to your account.”
“You don’t have my banking details,” he mutters before shoving another fry into his mouth.
Shit. He’s right.
Thinking fast, I threaten, “I’ll ask Santiago for it.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Jesus, you’re impossible.” I shoot a glare at his side profile.
“So I’ve been told.” He gets up and heads to the kitchen. When he comes back with two bottles of water, he says, “This is not negotiable, just like the issue we had earlier about your safety.” When I open my mouth, he shakes his head. “No, we’re done talking about it.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say,” I mutter.
“I’m pretty sure you were going to argue with me.”
He continues to eat while I let out a disgruntled huff. “Like I said, you’re impossible.”
His eyes flick to me, then he reaches into my plate, grabs a fry, and brings it to my mouth. “Eat.”
My lips part automatically on his command, but when I take a bite and realize the man is feeding me, a scowl forms on my face. “I can feed myself,” I mutter around the fry.
“I know.” Not breaking eye contact with me, he picks up another fry. “I want to feed you.”
My right eyebrow pops up, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Eat, Cassia,” he orders, his voice deeper than usual.
Goosebumps spread over my skin, and I open my mouth to take the fry from him.
Knight’s features tighten with desire, and he looks so hot my abdomen clenches hard while my breathing speeds up.
Okay. It seems to be a turn-on for Knight to feed me.
Earlier, when he kissed me, I thought I was going to spontaneously combust. I feel the same way as he feeds me another fry while looking at me like he’s about to have me for dinner.
He places his plate on the coffee table, then taking mine from me, he orders, “Move onto my lap.”
I scoot onto his lap and wrap an arm around his shoulders while curling my legs at the side of his leg. He hands me my plate, and when I take it, he picks up a fry and begins to feed me again.