Chapter 11

Jamie

Who knew this guy could cook so well. Breakfast was amazing!

I looked down at the sleeves of the oversized sweater I’m wearing covering up my entire hands. Mrs. Blossom had given me a dress to wear, and when Hunter called me to come down, he winced and pulled me back to his room, getting a sweater from his closet then throwing it at me.

“You’re gonna freeze to death wearing that getup. Put that on,” he said, followed by, “That’s an order.”

“What are you daydreaming about? I don’t know if you’ve realized it yet, but you’re already on the clock, you know,” Hunter said grouchily. He’s such a jerk.

“But first we need to get you some clothes, come on!” He pointed out.

Considering how he saved me, I can’t just call the cops and throw him under the bus. I mean he was there, and I don’t know how he could explain away his attendance to the authorities for being at such a heinous event. And the fact he spent a fortune to get me out of there, and didn’t even know me, despite him being rude and obnoxious, there must be some goodness buried underneath all that.

We arrived at a store, and I went inside, my eyes widened at all the expensive looking clothes, bags, and shoes surrounding me. This place was sparkling big time.

“See anything you like?” I shrieked as I felt Hunter’s breath in my ear, making him smirk at my reaction. I huffed and glared at him.

“Was that really necessary?” I asked, and he shrugged. I looked around and wondered how much a pair of jeans cost here. I am not going to be able to afford anything in this shop.

“Take whatever she likes and charge it to this card,” I hear Hunter say, handing his card to the woman by the counter. He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at me curiously.

“What?” he asked, and I blinked rapidly.

“It’s nothing, I, uh…,” I scrambled for an excuse, and saw a pink halter top paired with a denim jumper hanging from one of the nearby racks and grabbed it. “Can you help me choose?” I asked.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds before shrugging and following me to the fitting rooms. I chose one of the cubicles, and turned my head to see him sit in one of the cushions right outside my spot. I fixed him with a warning glare.

“Don’t you dare sneak a peek, alright?” I said. He scoffed at me and shook his head.

“Who would want to?” he snapped back derisively. I stuck my tongue out at him and closed the door.

I quickly changed and came out, and Hunter made a little spinning motion with his fingers. I rolled my eyes before turning, and he tapped his lip with his finger and nodded in approval.

“It suits you. You should get it,” he said softly, and I felt my cheeks heat up at the veiled compliment. What the hell is wrong with me?!

He stood up all of a sudden, and I blinked. “One outfit isn’t going to cut it though. Shouldn’t I look for some more?”

He made a move to leave, and I grabbed the side of his shirt to stop him. I took a deep breath and looked down at my feet before I spoke.

“I really appreciate what you did for me back at the auction, and breakfast, and the clothes, and just helping me.” I murmured, fiddling with my fingers as I felt even more embarrassed.

“I also want you to know that I’m willing to do anything to pay you back. I don’t have any money to give you, but I can work hard.” I told him, looking him in the eye this time.

The look on his face was unreadable as he stared at me, not saying a word.

“You’re willing to do anything?” he stated, and I nodded, furrowing my brows in confusion.

“Yes, I do,” I said, wondering what was wrong. His eyes darkened, and the next thing I knew, he pulled me by the wrist, sending me straight to his arms as he sat back down, my legs dangling on the other side of his lap. He placed his hand under my chin and leaned close, his breath tickling my face as he stared deep into my eyes. I couldn’t look away.

I hadn’t noticed how blue his eyes were before.

“That’s a really dangerous thing to say, Jamie,” he whispered, his eyes switching between looking at my lips, then my eyes, and back again. I felt breathless, and a bit weak under his stare, so much so that if he hadn’t been supporting my back with his other hand, I was absolutely certain I was going to collapse on top of him.

He moved his head closer, and I looked down at his lips, zoning on his pink tongue as it peeked out from the seams, and wet his bottom lip.

“Are you…really willing to do anything for me, Jamie?” he asked, his mouth dangerously close to mine now. What was he asking me, anyway?

I wasn’t even paying attention anymore.

“W-what?” I asked dumbly, hypnotized by his voice, his eyes, and those luscious lips. He smirked, and I felt his other hand move lower, just above the top of my ass, and another quiver went down my spine. I was pretty sure I had goosebumps now.

“Jamie,” he said with a chuckle, and moving closer to my lips, stopping before deviating towards my ear. “Don’t tempt me with such words, baby. I’m no good for you.”

I felt his teeth nip at the hard shell of my ear, and I jumped in his arms, emitting a shocked gasp. He soothed his bite with his tongue before sliding me off his lap and standing up. He looked down at me with that damn smirk, and it was then that I realized he was teasing me again.

I scowled at him, but that only made him snicker as he walked out of the dressing area.

“Stay here. I’ll have the lady come in and help you out,” he called, not even looking back.

I watched him walk away before reaching up to touch my ear, my fingers feeling the mark of his teeth left behind, and the coldness from his wet tongue. My cheeks were aflame, and my heart was going a hundred beats a minute.

Why was my heart beating like I just ran a marathon?

Just what have I gotten myself into?