Christmas from Hell

Once she was there, she breathed a little easier. Maybe she’d misread the slate board, she tried to tell herself, but she knew that she hadn’t. She also knew that in less than a minute Duncan was going to realize that he was banned from this restaurant simply because he had the misfortune of having the last name, Bradford.

It also meant that she now had a choice to make. Go with Duncan in support of this unfair band, find a restaurant or another grocery store, whip up a lunch or a late breakfast or, she could risk the man that she was quickly falling for over some cheap, greasy food.

When she looked in the mirror, she realized that the choice was never hers to make. She wasn’t the type of person to back down from doing the right thing and she wasn’t going to start now. So, after taking one last fortifying breath, she swallowed, praying for the strength to do this even as she asked for forgiveness, because she knew without a doubt that there was going to be hell to pay for this later.

Opening the bathroom door that was off to the side of the front cash register, she wasn’t exactly surprised to find Duncan standing by the exit, looking incredibly pissed and being guarded by five really nervous looking employees. When he saw her, he sighed with relief and held out his hand for her. “Come on, sweetheart, I’ll make you breakfast,” Duncan said with a sweet smile that really made what she had to do a little more difficult, but they were talking about unlimited bacon and eggs here so…

She frowned as she walked towards the cash register, “I’m sorry, but do I know you?” she asked innocently, loving the way that his eyes narrowed accusingly on her, because she could see the heat in them and knew exactly how he’d make her pay for this later.

Which, was more than fine with her, she decided with a little thrill as she paid for her meal, grabbed a tray and walked away, trying to pretend that she didn’t feel his gaze burning into her back the entire way.

As she loaded up her plate with fresh scrambled eggs, bacon and home fries, she was kicking herself for not bringing a few of her cooking magazines with her to help pass the time, because it seemed as though that she was going to be stuck here for quite some time.

Chapter 33

“Are you still mad at me?” the tentative voice asked from the doorway.

Since it should be more than obvious that he was in fact no longer speaking with her, he pointedly rolled over and gave her his back. He ignored the amused chuckle since it only enraged him further and laid there, listening as the woman who had the balls to betray him this morning and actually had the audacity to come back to their little cottage of love after she’d partook of the delicious food that he’d been denied.

That kind of betrayal could not, and would not be forgiven, he reminded himself. It wasn’t much of a mantra, but it had kept him going all day while he knew that the woman that just very well might be the one was sitting in a restaurant that discriminated against him simply because he’d had the misfortune of being born into a family with a food disability.

That kind of betrayal cut deep and there was no way in hell that he was going to forgive her. Absolutely none, he reminded himself as he listened to her walking around their small room, opening this drawer and shutting that one, all while the unmistakable sounds of stripping echoed throughout the room.

Because he hadn’t been the one to betray her, he felt completely in the right to glance over at the mirror in the corner where he could watch her every move as she had the audacity to walk around the room completely naked, uncaring about the view that she was giving him when she leaned over this way or that way until he realized that the cruel woman was doing this on purpose.

Not only had the woman betrayed him by pretending that she didn’t know who he was so that she could partake of the forbidden buffet, but now she had the balls to walk around their room naked and giving him glances of all the things that he wanted to touch, lick and fuck?

What kind of cruel woman did such a thing, he wondered as he licked his lips and watched as she stood up, closed her eyes and pulled her hair up into a lazy ponytail, making her tits arch towards the ceiling and her back curve just the right way so that he knew without a doubt that if he went up behind her right now that he could enter her from behind with very little difficulty.

The woman was cruel….just cruel…, he decided as he watched her disappear into the bathroom and close the door behind her, leaving him alone with a thousand naughty thoughts and no way to get them out of his head.

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Oh, she was so going to hell, she thought with an evil little smile as she turned on the shower, but she really didn’t care. There was just something so right about teasing a man like Duncan. Even though she probably shouldn’t have stayed at that buffet for the last six hours, she was glad that she did it simply because it had seemed to annoy him.

Then of course, she’d done the unthinkable and walked around their room completely naked, something that she’d never even done in her own house, but something about the way that he was pouting made her want to tease him some more. It was probably that part of her that she’d inherited from her Grandfather, the part that liked to mess with people’s heads, but whatever it was, today she’d fully embraced it and had loved every single moment of it.

Knowing that he’d been watching her every move had been so freeing and such a turn on. As he’d watched her, she’d watched him, taking in the way that the sheet clung to his muscular torso, how it had barely covered the large erection that he’d started sporting once she’d walked into the room. Every time she’d bent over for something or stretched, that piece of his body that she was starting to love so much would jerk with appreciation.

The fact that he hadn’t pushed back the covers and told her to either suck his cock or walk over to him had been a huge disappointment, and a bit of a shocker to realize that she loved being dominated by him and she knew that it was just him. If any other guy had tried to boss her around in the bedroom or otherwise, she would have simply set up one of the snares that her grandfather had showed her and moved on, laughing merrily the entire way as she debated whether or not to tell her grandfather.