“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
He pulled the cart over to a small table. “Come here and eat.”
“No, thank you,” she said without turning around.
“You’re going to eat something. I won’t have you starve yourself,” he said.
“Why do you care so much?” she yelled and spun around to face him.
He sighed when he saw the tears that ran down her face. “I just do. I don’t know what to tell you. If you’re good today, I’ll let you meet the women. A few of them have been in your shoes. They’re happy now.” He held out his hand. “Come here, baby.”
She walked over to him and set her hand in his. They both looked at each other when he felt sparks as they touched, and from the look on her face, she sensed something, too. For some reason, he knew something shifted between them.
Dominic cleared his throat and released her. “Would you like some coffee?”
She sat down on one of the chairs and nodded.
He set a cup in front of her and then uncovered the tray he set in the middle of the table. There was fresh fruit, Danishes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. He was thrilled to see her eyes widen and brighten. “Do you think you could eat a little?”
She glanced up at him, sighed, and then nodded.
“Good, I’ll make you a plate.” He piled food on a plate and set it on the table in front of her before getting his own plate. “Just take your time and eat what you can, baby.” He wanted to say they had all the time in the world, but he knew that wasn’t true.
Chapter Twelve
Rebeka took several bites before taking a drink of juice he set in front of her. She ate a quarter of the food on her plate before she stopped. The situation she was in at the moment and the anxiety in her system made it nearly impossible to get the food down without drinking something after every bite.
She pushed the plate away. He glanced at it but didn’t say anything. After he finished his food, he set it on the cart with his coffee cup.
“I’m going to leave for a bit. I’m going to lock you in here.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to make a bad decision when you’re tired. I also don’t want a bunch of men seeing you in that.”
“Don’t I have some clothes here?” she asked.
“No.”
Her teeth snapped together. She could have sworn Graham had left a pile of clothing in the bathroom.
He bent over to her and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll be back soon.”
Rebeka didn’t say anything as the door closed, and she heard the lock click. She waited for a minute before walking to the door and making sure it was really locked.
For a moment, she had the urge to call him back. She didn’t want him to leave her alone. She’d never felt as alone as she did at that moment, and she didn’t like the feeling.
Her gaze swept the suite. It was very pretty, and everything was comfortable, but it didn’t distract her from her feelings of misery and isolation.
First things first. She hobbled into the bathroom, pulled off her nightgown, and stepped into the shower. She took her time washing and conditioning her hair and then her body. After she was done and toweled off, she wrapped her hair up in a toweland then pulled the nightgown back on.
After several minutes of blow-drying, her hair was finally dry enough. She saw the box of medical equipment and pulled it over to the end of the counter, then sat down on the toilet lid.
She removed the wet bandage and thoroughly dried her foot before examining it. There were five different cuts on the bottom of her foot. They were all tender but looked like they were healing fine, so, she put some antibiotic cream on them and wrapped it back up.
Rebeka cleaned up the bathroom before going back into the bedroom. She picked up her glass of juice and a pillow and sat on the small sofa on one side of the large room. After she got comfortable, she turned on the TV. There was a movie she had wanted to see, and she set the remote down.