"And the feta. Lots of feta. Where is the pepper grinder?" she asks, leaning close and peaking around me, seemingly unaware that she's pressed up against me for a moment.
Her body spreads heat into me, her scent washes over me, and with or without my consent, my cock stirs.
I should move away from her. But I don't.
I like this.
Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. I can find pleasure in the small things even if they're meaningless.
"Here you go. I have fresh chili. I wasn't sure if you were a spicy girl or not?"
She giggles, immediately reading into my remark.
"I'm very spicy. Probably far too hot for you," she says, a flirtatious smile spreading over her beautiful lips.
"You'd be surprised how dangerously hot things can get around me, little rabbit," I growl quietly. My cock is half erect, and I have to make sure I keep my body turned toward the counter to hide it.
Nikita bites her bottom lip, and her cheeks flush a beautiful shade of pink. Mm. She can give it, but she gets shy when I hand it right back to her.
"I'll cut up the chili if you get it for me," she says hurriedly, changing the subject back to the pizza toppings.
I'm grinning when I hand her the little bag of bright red and green chilis.
"Cut away, little rabbit."
Chapter 6 - Nikita
I slip off my bed, putting the book down on my nightstand. I want a cup of coffee.
I keep thinking about last night. Making pizza was unexpectedly fun.
I went to help him because I was bored, but then I ended up really enjoying myself.
I know it doesn't matter. None of it does. I'm just biding my time until I get rescued. Or until I can get away. Besides, being stuck in a cabin with the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life can't be all bad.
I giggle to myself at the thought. Silly girl. As long as I don't let that distract me, I'll be fine. He's good eye candy. But he's still my kidnapper.
It's late morning, and there is a chill in the air. I'm wearing a hoodie for the first time in a long time, enjoying being able to snuggle into the warmth and comfort of it.
This morning, Bardil mentioned that there was a weather warning for this area. I snapped back that I wouldn't know, because someone took my phone.
It's fun being sassy with him. I don't get to be sassy with my brothers. They get so easily offended when I give them attitude. Bardil doesn't seem to care. In fact, he pushes me to make me sassy, and I've noticed how he grins, even though he tries to hide it.
Most people don't understand that it's just part of my sense of humor. I can't even help it.
And really, most of the time, I don't mean any harm. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. It's just for fun.
Maybe Bardil doesn't have a heart, so he can't feel anything, and that's why he doesn't mind.
I scoff, amusing myself.
Wandering through the living room, headed for the kitchen, my heart leaps into my throat when I spot the front door slightly ajar. Light spills from outside through the long crack in the opening.
It's too good to be true. It must be a trap.
Where is Bardil?
I tiptoe to the door, my eyes darting all over the inside of the cabin.
