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“Sorry, Honey.” He shakes his head. “No can do.”
His smirk is so aggravating, I’m throwing the bust at him before I can think twice about it.
I have a brief second to worry that maybe being violent towards him is a bad idea, but then the bastardcatches it.
Fuck him, so much.
“I think I’ll keep this.” He hooks it under his arm like it’s a balloon and not a giant piece of stone. He nods to the floor. “This should be enough for tonight. If you need me for anything…” he cocks a handsome brow at me, “just press your thumb to that pad again.”
Embarrassment washes over me even as I lunge for the bookshelf, looking for something else to throw at him, but the door clicks shut before I reach something appropriately heavy.
CHAPTER10
King
It takesall my willpower not to laugh as I swing the door shut and lock it. But karma for my ill placed humor strikes immediately when I almost faceplant, stumbling over my damn dog.
I bite down on a curse and glare into his unrepentant eyes. This dick always sleeps downstairs. He likes being able to patrol the indoor perimeter throughout the night. So him silently following me up here and laying down behind me in the half a minute I was occupied was clearly a targeted attack.
“See if I feed you tomorrow,” I whisper the threat at my dog before heading back down to the first floor.
The traitor stays where he is, acting as a guard to the house prisoner and ignoring me.
This time of night, I’d usually take my laptop to bed and do some work. Such is the life of a rich bachelor. But since my room is occupied, and I told her she could have tonight to herself, I’ll stay true to my word.
There’s a guest room that’s never been used, so I can try out that mattress. But first, I’ll settle into my office. Because I have a feeling that I’ll be digging into the pretty Savannah’s background for a while.
CHAPTER11
Savannah
“That son of a bitch.”
I usually don’t swear this much. But this man, thisasshole, just brings it out in me.
My mother would be appalled. Which is probably a good reason to keep it up. She’d also be appalled that I got myself into this situation. But that would be an incredibly unfair judgment.
With angry steps, I stomp to the door, and jerk at the handle, even though I know it won’t move. And it doesn’t.
“Fucker.”Okay, that felt good.“You fucker!”Shouting it feels even better.
My foot pulls back, like I’m going to kick the base of the door, but I stop myself. Breaking a toe would only make me all the more miserable.
“Fucker,” I grumble again, for good measure.
I still can’t believe he caught that stupid bust.
Accepting that the door isn’t going to open, I look down at what he’d left for me.
On the floor, is a fancy wood tray, like something you’d find at a cute bed and breakfast. Only instead of crackers, cheese, and a carafe of wine, it has an unopened box of Cherry Pop-Tarts, a King Size Snickers, a sealed bag of sweet and spicy beef jerky, and two bottles of water. Hardly the sort of fare I’d expect to find in a place like this. But maybe the big evil man prefers to eat like a teenage boy.
I’m tempted to stomp it all to crumbs but that would be foolish. I don’t know how long he’s planning to leave me in here, and other than tap water from the bathroom, this might be all the sustenance he gives me. And at least he was smart enough to bring me packaged food. Because hungry or not, there’s no way I’d so much as touch a handmade sandwich.
No, sir. Not today.
With a crouch, I lift the tray then set it on the bed.
The cap on the water bottle gives a satisfying snap when I twist it, so I bring it to my lips, and drink down half the bottle in one go.