I try not to watch his mouth as he takes another bite, but fuck me, my body heats just looking at the way his lips move around his fork.
I should have taken a longer icy shower.
“Thinking about what you had to do to get it?” I ask. “How many crimes did you commit for every nice thing you own?”
He smirks. “Some of them were gifts if that helps. So technically, I didn’t pay for everything.”
I shoot him a glare. He chuckles, going back to his food. I push mine around my plate, stomach knotting. After my shower, I stared at myself in the mirror. I’m a big girl. Know that.
But in this house, surrounded by artwork of delicate, lithe women posing like they belong on fucking pedestals, I feel…thicker.
The kind of women Angelo probably chooses when he has the chance.
Not that I care.
“Eat.” His voice pulls me from my thoughts. “I don’t want you saying I starved you.”
I scoff, masking the bite in my tone. “I eat plenty.”
The roll of my belly. My big ass. That much is obvious.
Angelo’s gaze sweeps over me.
He shakes his head. “We worked out for a solid twenty minutes. I don’t care how much you normally eat—you’re going to eat every bit of the steak, every potato, and each asparagus stalk on your plate.”
“Or what? I have to sleep here?” I grumble.
“Or I’ll feed you myself.”
I freeze. My gaze lifts to his. He takesanother bite, watching me watch him. Then his eyes flick to my plate. I eat. Obediently. Angelo inclines his head. We say nothing for a long time.
And then—a sigh.
“People give you shit?”
“Huh?”
His jaw flexes. “For your figure.”
I stiffen. “That’s not your bus—why do you care?” My laugh is short. “I know I was just convenient and easy back then. And now it’s because you haven’t been laid in weeks.”
His expression doesn’t change. “It is my business because I’m making it my business.”
His voice drops, low, threatening. “Do officers give you shit for your body?”
I blink. “Why?”
His face is stone cold. Deadly.
So I shrug. “I’m used to it.”
His knuckles drag across the table, slow, deliberate. “All I need are names and I can cut out tongues.”
I snort. “Fuck off, Angelo.”
“You don’t want me defending your honor?”
I glare. “Don’t pin your blood lust on protecting me.”
