“It does, but I have a request.”
He glances up and raises his eyes, and my words trip over themselves in haste.
“I must hit the shops. I don’t have anything suitable to wear and so if you don’t mind, I’ll slip out for a while and grab some supplies.”
“I do mind.” His abrupt response causes my fists to curl as they hang beside me.
“Then that’s a shame for you because I’m going, anyway.”
He sighs before setting his phone on the bed, and only a knock on the door saves me from a verbal lashing that was evidently coming my way.
“Room service.”
He fixes me with a dark glare before heading to the door, and we are silent as a waiter wheels in a trolley absolutely laden with food.
I’m speechless as I gaze at the array of dishes that takes up three shelves on the groaning trolley. My companion tips the waiter, and I stare in astonishment at the huge bundle of bills that has certainly made the waiter’s day. His smile is so huge it spans the room and as he heads out of the door, bowing respectfully, I shake my head, annoyed at how easily this man operates.
“What’s the matter with you?”
His glare could cut stone, and I sneer, “You. I hate how arrogant you are.”
“Arrogant.”
He shrugs. “I’ll take that because arrogance is probably my middle name, but hate, that’s a little dramatic, especially coming from a nun.”
“I’m not a nun, not yet anyway. I’m a novice; there’s a difference.”
“A novice.” He raises his brow and I swear I melt inside at the dark gaze he delivers my way.
“I’m guessing you’re a novice at life too.”
“You know nothing about me.”
“I know you walk with a stick up your ass.”
“How dare you!”
I’m furious and yet as he lifts the dome set on one of the dishes, everything is forgotten as I gaze in delight on food fit for a king.
“Come. We can eat while you tell me how despicable I am.”
His amused grin almost makes me smile, but then I remember what he is and frown.
“I’ll eat with you to survive and for no other reason.”
I don’t know why I am declaring a reason for accepting his generosity, and his low chuckle merely inflames my anger.
It’s probably best if I shut the fuck up, and so I stomp to the trolley and grab a plate, diverting my attention to filling it with the most mouth-watering food.
I take it to a convenient table set by the window and as I gaze out on the city, it strikes me how alone I am right now.
“What are you thinking?”
He takes his seat opposite and begins to attack his plate, and I sigh, gazing at him with less bravado.
“I feel lonely if I’m honest.”
He says nothing.
