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“Then what is it?”
I shook my head and mumbled, “It’s nothing.”
“No, tell me.”
“Nothing.”
“What’s wrong? Are you scared that I’m gonna devour your little ass?” he asked and closed the distance between us.
I shivered and nodded. Yep. That was exactly what I was afraid of.
“Don’t worry. I’ll only do what you allow me to, and I’ll enjoy watching you enjoy it.”
I crossed my legs, one over the other, and then gripped the edge of the counter to remain upright. Because, boy, he was doing a number on my senses and my core. My pussy was growing wetter by the moment, the longer he stared at me and the more I felt surrounded by his presence.
I knew this was a bad idea, coming to stay in his place. Yet, I chose to do it, so that was on me.
Casimir placed his index finger underneath my chin and tilted my head back. He stared into my eyes, smirked, and then said, “Breathe.”
I released the breath that I hadn’t known that I was holding, just as he turned around and walked out of the kitchen. How in the hell would I survive being in this place with him?
CASIMIR
I baked chicken and smothered it in a mushroom gravy sauce. I also made some quinoa, roasted asparagus, and bruschetta. I set the table when Erica from the front desk buzzed me and told me that Giselle had arrived.
I knew that she was skittish after our morning encounter, so I decided to work from home today, with my focus being on my business rather than on Glenco. Working from home would prevent me from getting held up at the office and also make sure that I didn’t miss her in case she came home and ran back out or locked herself in her bedroom to avoid me.
Around four thirty, I stopped work to cook. As the hours ticked by, I worried that Giselle wouldn’t return home at all. I wondered if she’d gone to stay with a friend to avoid returning here to me.
When nine o’clock hit, I had given up hope. Just as I started to put things away, Erica buzzed me at 9:03 and stated that Giselle was on her way up. I immediately removed the platesfrom the warmer and took them to the table. I lit the candles and poured two glasses of wine.
The front door opened just as I stepped from the dining room. I walked toward Giselle with a glass of wine.
“What’s the occasion?” she asked in a tired voice as she set her bags down.
“Welcome home,” I responded and handed her the glass of wine.
She shook her head. “I probably shouldn’t accept this.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve had more drinks than I needed to have tonight.”
I took the drink back from her and then took her other hand.
“Where am I going? I want to shower and go to sleep.”
“I prepared dinner. Maybe I can feed you, and then you can go to sleep.”
There was something in her eyes when she looked at me, and I couldn’t decipher its meaning, but whatever it was, it spoke to my soul and made me want to put that look in her eyes more often.
I led her into the dining room, where I pulled out a chair for her to sit in. I took the chair opposite hers, and she looked around hesitantly. “It’s beautiful.”
“As are you.”
She cast her gaze at her plate and remarked, “It’s also romantic. Casimir, I—”
“Don’t read too much into it, Giselle. It’s just a nice, relaxing, and quiet dinner at home. Nothing less and nothing more.”