Not feeling Matt’s larger than life presence in the room, I know he's not in here. My hand pats the bed next to me, to see if the material is still warm, I feel disappointment wash through me when I feel that it's cold.
How long has he been gone? Did he leave me here alone in the cabin?
I shake my head, not allowing my thoughts to get away from me, because I know deep down Matt would never leave me here, especially without telling me. Climbing out of bed, goosebumps spread across my body as the cold air hits me. I walk quickly toward the closet.
I've been here a whole day and need to get a workout in, before I go crazy. Hopefully I can convince Matt that it's necessary. I'm sure he's going to fight me on it, but it's something I need. I'm starting to feel jittery, and it would be preferable to do a workout that doesn't involve having sex. No matter how much I like it.
Opening up the dresser drawer, I grab my favorite pair of leggings, then I move to the drawer above it, gathering my favorite sports bra, then a workout shirt. Once I have what I want to wear, I walk back out to the bed.
Looking down at the pile of clothes, I realize I forgot to grab a pair of panties. I imagine Matt's voice as it rumbles into my head, "If you don't wear any underwear, I'm going to punish you."
A shiver racks my body because I can't help but wonder what type of punishment he will give me. I can't help but smirk because I have a feeling that I will like it.
Once I'm completely dressed and ready for the day, I make my way downstairs to find Matt. When I get closer to the bottom of the stairs, pausing when I hear his sharp voice, "What do you mean they still have nothing?"
A brick drops in my stomach when I hear the way he's talking. I'm not sure I've ever heard him talk like this; he sounds dangerous. I can't hear what the person on the other end is saying, but whoever he's talking to must not be deterred because they keep going.
"That's it. I'm calling my guy. We need to keep her safe--" he goes on but stops abruptly.
Leaning more into the doorway, straining to hear more, but I'm not able to. That's when Matt's voice drops even lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "You don't need to worry about my relationship with Elsie. I'm doing my job."
His words make my shields go up. What the fuck? I'm doing my job. That's it. I don't give a damn who is on the other line, instead of waiting, I just barge into the kitchen. Ignoring him. I look through the fridge, pulling out things to make an omelet. The one dish I know how to make.
Matt continues with his phone call, but I can feel his gaze on me the whole time as I move around. He doesn't seem to be as loose-lipped as before, instead he's just grunting in agreement with whoever is on the other side of the phone.
Trying my hardest to ignore the larger than life man in the kitchen, I focus on the task at hand. After I have the ingredients of what I want in the omelet, I begin cutting up the peppers. When I was in college, I got stuck in our dorm room due to a snowstorm. Every cafeteria closed because no one could get to the university safely.
After a few days of eating frozen dinners, my roommate at the time asked me if I knew how to cook anything. I was so embarrassed, because my dad was too busy to teach me and mymother could care less. She took pity on me, teaching me how to make an omelet. To this day, it's still the only thing I know how to make, but I make one hell of one.
"What are you doing?" Matt's voice breaks through the thoughts about my old roommate.
Pissed at the fact that he referred to me as a job, I don't respond. If he thinks he can just do whatever he wants to my body, bending it to his will, and then after a night of unbelievable pleasure, treat me as a job, well he has another thing coming. I will not bend.
"Elsie." he says my name, but it sounds more like a warning, instead of a greeting.
Not wanting to give in just yet, I double down on my focus on cutting up the vegetables for the omelet. Neither of us says anything for a beat. Matt stands behind me, stewing.
After I finish cutting up the vegetables, I go to move toward the stove with the cutting board, but Matt moves to block my way. "Move." I demand.
"No. Not until you tell me why you're acting like a brat this morning?" He asks with a measured tone.
"I'm not acting like a brat. Just making breakfast."
He leans in closer to me and when he lets out a sigh, I can feel his breath skate across my lips. Bringing my attention to his lips, ones that he's licking at this moment. I can almost taste him on my tongue.
Nope. Not going there.
"Just making breakfast?"
"Yep." I say popping the p at the end. But my eyes never leave his lips. I can almost feel the way his beard feels against my skin when he's kissing me.
Nope. That's a second time, Elsie, get it together.
"Then why did you ignore me, when I called your name earlier?" I can tell I'm trying his patience because his fists start to clench.
"Oh,sorry. I was just letting you do yourjob." I sass back, moving around him, going straight for the stove.
He doesn't say anything for a long time. Actually, I'm done with my omelet when he finally speaks again. "I'm sorry, Elsie. But you only heard a portion of the conversation."
