“Juliet,” he warned in his Dom voice.
Another note.
I’m fine. Go away.
“Your dinner is ready. I’ll help you down the stairs. It’s steak. It’s good for you. It’ll put hairs on your chest.”
He rolled his eyes. Fuck, wasn’t he on a roll? Hairs on her chest.
Another piece of paper.
Yay! Just what I always wanted. A hairy chest. Something else to make me a freak.
What. The. Fuck.
“Who said you were a freak? Did someone call you that?” he snarled. “Tell me who and I’ll . . .”
He’d what? Chase down the bastard and teach them a lesson? Yep, that seemed totally not insane.
I’m tired.
He stared at the last note and sighed.
“If I bring the food up here, will you at least eat some of it? Please?” It went against his personality to practically beg her to do something. He was used to giving the orders and being obeyed.
No answer.
He sighed. “I’ll bring it up. I just need to go over a couple of things before I go. I’ll email you through some rules. We’re setting up additional security. We’ll do a big grocery shop tomorrow if you want anything. If you want to join us to eat at any time, you’re welcome. Please make sure that if you get your bandages wet that you put on fresh ones. If you need anything, you have my number. You need anything, day or night, then text me. Good night, Juliet. Sleep tight.”