Page 19 of Crave Me
She stiffened further before relaxing as I placed gauze over one of the large gashes across her back. Six inches long and diagonal. I wanted to go get the biggest cane I could find, possibly a shovel handle, and hurl it at Jared’s face.
I softened my tone and tapped her backside playfully. “But we’ll get to those specifics during the negotiations after dinner.”
I finished her up quickly and stood from the bed. “I’ll go warm dinner. Come meet me at the table when you’ve gotten yourself redressed.”
“Okay.” Her voice was soft and meek. I liked it. It was the first time she’d spoken to me with a submissive tone. We couldn’t have her getting too comfortable. Not yet, anyway. “Dress in only the robe, Chloe. And yes, I’ll be checking to see if you listened.”
A huffing sound puffed from her lips and I walked away. Opening the frosted glass door, I was almost blinded by all the white in her place. Damn. I had to get over this apartment that seemed nothing like her, but it was hard. Knowing Chloe and her love of fashion and color and being busy and alive, I’d figured her apartment would have vivid colors all over the place along with clothes strewn about, shoes kicked off and left toppled over as she hurried from work to home to nights out with friends. She’d always been so busy, running late and always forgetting something when I’d known her before.
All of this, from the white brick walls to the dishes and glasses, stacked and lined perfectly, made me want to mess it all up just to see what she’d do.
We’d get to why she’d changed so much and who she really was later, after dinner and negotiations.
