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Just from that interaction alone, I can tell that there’s a deeper issue going on – what did he mean when he said that’s how it’s always been? Why has it always been that way? Is this something that factors into his anger?
These are all questions I’m dying to ask him, but now is not the time to start asking them when he’s barely on board with me being here. I’ve got to ease into it, slowly pick at his brain while gaining his trust.
I kick the door shut behind me, then place the plate on top of my temporary dresser and change into something more comfortable.
While I chow on the baked pasta he brought up to me, I think about the day and how it could’ve gone better. Maybe tomorrow will be different, especially since I’m going to do my best to get inside his head and understand where all the pent-up anger is coming from.
When I finish the pasta, I simply place the plate on the nightstand and curl into the gloriously comfortable bed. It won’t be long before I finally fall into a blissful sleep.
Somehow, I know that this is going to be a lot harder than I originally thought it would be, and sleep is going to be my only saving grace.
3
Ryker
When I go out of my room, yesterday will only be a dream – a horrible, unfortunate, and weird dream. I run a towel through my wet hair, drops of water plopping onto the bathroom sink as I do, then saunter into my room to slip on a pair of basketball shorts before heading down the hall and into the kitchen.
The curly red hair that I remember vividly from my dream is standing in front of the stove, shaking her hips, and humming to a tune that only she can hear. Clearly, it wasn’t a dream – which means this is going to be my life for a little while, and I should probably suck it up. I clear my throat, hoping that she will be able to hear me, but she only dances more provocatively, and it has my cock jumping at attention.
There’s no denying the soft curves of her body and the perfect peach shape of her ass. I was too angry that she was here in the first place to pay any attention to her, aside from her red hair, so this morning is all about studying her.
While she jumps to the music blaring into her headphones, I slide onto an empty stool at the kitchen island and watch her in amusement. When she turns around to place what she’s making onto a large plate, she finally notices I’m here and jumps back with wide eyes.
She rips the headphones from her ears, placing them carefully in their case, and crosses her arms with an eyebrow arched. “Is it necessary to sneak up on people?”
I smirk and lean back in my seat, watching as her eyes trail from my face and down the length of my bare chest – if I had gathered my reality sooner, I would’ve put a shirt on. “First of all, I tried getting your attention. Second, I’m not going to ruin your fun. You were clearly enjoying yourself, and it wasn’t a bad sight to see either.”
Wren rolls her eyes and spins back toward the stove, then glances over her shoulder with her gaze focused on the plate of food sitting in front of me. “There’s breakfast. Eat up before we get started on the day.”
“Get started?”
“Thought we could get to know each other better, become better acquainted, and hopefully gain the other’s trust.”
She studies me and cocks her head to the side. “Did you sleep okay? You look exhausted.”
Her question has me clamming up and gripping the fork laying in front of me. I’ve done a good job of hiding my lack of sleep, so much that no one else has ever questioned it before, but one look from her and she’s got it figured out.
I’m not about to admit that I wake up every other night, in the middle of the night, with cold sweats from my nightmares.
When I don’t answer her, having no intention of opening up to the stranger standing in front of me, she lowers the heat level on the stove before spinning around to face me.
“We’ve gotta start somewhere, Ryker. I came here to help you and don’t intend to turn away from that commitment.”
“Well, good luck with that,” I mumble.
“What do you enjoy besides the band?”
Again, I sit in silence, staring into her bright blue eyes that rival the midday sky without uttering a single word, and she narrows her eyes at me. “Come on, Rockstar. You’ve got to have something you enjoy.”
“Sex,” I say with a smirk.
Instead of making her uncomfortable, Wren nods in understanding and cocks her head to the side. “How often would you say you have sex?”
I quirk a brow and lean forward. “There a reason you want to know?”
She pushes away from the stove, not before checking on the food, and bends into the island with a smile on her face. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work. Sex is natural, it doesn’t scare me. But, it’s telling that you won’t answer my question.”
“What does that mean?”
