“Anything else?” I asked.
When I was met with silence, I opened my eyes and found myself all alone in the third-story conference room. Dutch had slipped away at some point in time like he always did, and as Trooper practically leapt his way down the staircase, I pointed myself toward the kitchen. My stomach growled to life, finally getting hungry after hours of being up. So, I set my sights on a couple of nice sandwiches with some chips and some fruit.
Only to find the basement empty as I stood there with the fucking tray of food in my hands.
“Naomi?”
Silence answered me as I stepped through the threshold. “Naomi!?”
And yet, nothing.
“Goddamn it,” I murmured before I cleared my throat. “Naomi! Where are you!? I’ve got--!”
What did I have, anyway? What was the last meal she had eaten?
“Brunch!” I called out.
I sure as hell wasn’t tearing that basement apart just to find her. I was tired of chasing her down every time it became our responsibility to feed her. If she wanted to starve? That was just fine with me. She was a grown-ass woman with roaming privileges. She could make her own motherfucking food.
“Naomi!” I bellowed.
With two more motorcycle engines fading into the distance, I found myself alone at the clubhouse with a silent woman playing hide-and-seek. I marched up the stairs, the food rattling around on the tray as I walked down the hallway. I knew damn good and well that she wasn’t on the third floor, and if she wasn’t in the basement then there was only one other place she could have been. So, I started throwing open all of the doors to the guest bedrooms.
Until I found her perched on one of the beds with a book in her hand.
“There you are,” I said as I dropped the tray of food on the top of the dresser that sat next to the door, “got you some lunch.”
Her stare darted over the words on the page before she flipped it. She has her legs tucked beneath her as she sat there, hunched over the book that sat against the black sheets. She looked to be in her own little world, lightyears away from where we were in our own space and time. And as she sat there, moving rhythmically with each page turn, I let my eyes roam along her body.
Drinking in her curves.
Delighting in her delicious scent.
My hands, begging to tug on that hair while I emptied my balls into her.
But, the woman had an attitude a mile long and—.
“Cat got your tongue?” Naomi asked.
She finally peeked her gaze over at me and I simply nodded toward the food. “Brunch time.”
She looked at the food before her stare fell back to her book. “Not hungry.”
I snickered. “With those curves? I’m pretty sure you’re starving.”
She turned another page. “Thanks. You can leave it there.”
I clicked my tongue. “Troop said you didn’t eat dinner last night, either.”
“I’m shocked you even care, honestly.”
I stormed toward her and ripped the book off the bed, slamming it closed. “Just because you want to fight doesn’t mean I do. Eat the food, or starve to death. I don’t care which.”
She looked up at me with apathy in her face before snatching the book right back out of my hand. “Interrupt me again, and you’re going to be sorry you did.”
I swear, I can never resist a taunt. “Really, now?”
She started searching for her page. “That’s a promise.”
