Book 1 - Page 41 (1/2)
”I'm really not hungry,” I whisper.
His eyes narrow.
”I would really like you to finish your breakfast.”
”What is it with you and food?” I blurt. His brow knits.
”I told you, I have issues with wasted food. Eat,” he snaps. His eyes are dark, pained.
Holy c.r.a.p. What is that all about I pick up my fork and eat slowly, trying to chew.
I must remember not to put so much on my plate if he's going to be weird about food. His expression softens as I carefully make my way through my breakfast. I note that he cleans his plate. He waits for me to finish, and then he clears my plate.
”You cooked, I'll clear.”
”That's very democratic.”
”Yes.” He frowns. ”Not my usual style. After I've done this, we'll take a bath.”
”Oh, okay.” Oh my... I'd much rather have a shower. My cell rings, interrupting my reverie. It's Kate.
”Hi.” I wander over to the gla.s.s doors of the balcony, away from him.
”Ana, why didn't you text last night?” She's angry.
”I'm sorry, I was overtaken by events.”
”You're okay?”
”Yes, I'm fine.”
”Did you?” She's fis.h.i.+ng for information. I roll my eyes at the expectation in her voice.
”Kate, I don't want to talk over the phone.” Christian glances up at me.
”You did... I can tell.”
How can she tellShe's bluffing, and I can't talk about this. I've signed a d.a.m.ned agreement.
”Kate, please.”
”What was it likeAre you okay?”
”I've told you I'm okay.”
”Was he gentle?”
”Kate, please!” I can't hide my exasperation.
”Ana, don't hold out on me, I've been waiting for this day for nearly four years.”
”I'll see you this evening.” I hang up.
That is going to be one difficult square to circle. She's so tenacious, and she wants to know - in detail, and I can't tell her because I've signed a - what was it calledNDA.
She'll freak and rightly so. I need a plan. I head back to watch Christian move gracefully around his kitchen.