“I’m not a bother,” I whisper, tears rolling down my face.
Tobias gets out of his booth and slides in right next to me, wrapping his arms around me.
“Just a good girl,” he praises me. “You are such a good girl and you aren’t a bother. To anyone.”
I continue to cry into his chest, letting everything out all while he holds me close to him, running his hands through my hair or down my back.
“Such a good girl,” he mumbles against the top of my head.
I pull away from him and wipe my eyes, keeping my head down. I can’t believe I just cried in a restaurant and in front of him. What was I thinking?
But I couldn’t help it. Tobias knew what I needed and what to say.
“I’m going to feed you now. All you need to do is relax against me,” he says, leaving no room for arguments.
Tobias cuts up the steak and feeds me a piece. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the flavors burst in my mouth.
“Delicious,” I mumble and open my mouth for another piece.
Tobias continues to feed me, giving me a fry every once in a while, but I can’t complain. I didn’t realize just how hungry I was until he gave me the first bite.
“Do you want any more?” he asks as he gives me the last bite of steak.
My eyes grow wide as I stare at the now empty plate. “I ate all of that?”
He nods, a small smile on his face. “You did. Do you need any more?”
I shake my head, but my stomach grumbles. Heat crawls up my neck, and I look away from him. How could I still be hungry after all of that?
“I’ll order some more and some for myself. There isn’t anything to be embarrassed about.”
CHAPTER 7
MILA
“Istill can’t believe I ate that much,” I mutter as I rub my stomach.
We’ve been on the road for an hour so far.
“Your body needed it,” Tobias replies. “When was the last time you ate something before this meal?”
I think back, trying to remember.
“If it takes you this long to remember, then it’s been too long,” Tobias says before I can utter a word. “That is something that is going to change. You’ll be having regular meals and not skipping any.”
“I don’t intentionally skip meals,” I reply honestly. “Sometimes I just lose track of time and don’t realize that I’ve missed lunch. We had set hours for lunch time. You couldn’t take any other time off and you weren’t allowed to eat out of those times.”
“Had?”
My eyes widen. “I mean, we have set lunch hours.”
Shit. Is he going to suspect that I got fired? No. Play it cool, and he won’t suspect a thing.
“You keep talking about your job in the past tense,” he points out. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I just have two or three weeks off, and the times I’ve worked are in the past now.”
Please believe me.
