I roll my eyes are him. “What’s your obsession with me being fed?”
All at once, his smile drops, and he looks away. Something passes over his gaze, but I can’t place it.
Seeing his change of demeanor has my stomach plummeting. He looks serious again, and I don’t like it. “Fine. I give up. I’ll get dressed and eat.”
He nods. “Meet me downstairs in five minutes.”
“Just because you weren’t a complete ass yesterday doesn’t mean you can boss me around today,”
Gideon shakes his head at me before turning to walk out the door. “Just get up, firefly. We go home tomorrow, and I want to take you somewhere.”
“Another surprise?”
He looks back, and his gaze looks mischievous. “You can say that.”
“Fine,” I huff. “Now leave.”
A few minutes later, dressed in tight black yoga pants and a baby blue tank, I head downstairs.
I walk into the kitchen, and I’m immediately hit with a wave of heat from the oven. On the table are eggs, toast, croissants, and fruits. The spread makes my heart flutter. All the breakfast foods I eat at the manor. He pays attention.
The smell of the eggs and the toast fills my nostrils as I take a deep breath in.
Everything is cooked to perfection. The eggs are not too runny and not too dry—just the right amount of fluffiness that makes my mouth water. The toast is lightly browned with an edge of crispness around it—exactly how the chef prepares it at home.
Home?
It’s not your home, Sasha.
I take a bite of the eggs and find Gideon watching me from across the table.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” Placing my fork down, I lift my hand and wipe at my lips.
“Nope,” he answers.
My nose scrunches in confusion. “Then what are you looking at?”
“Just you.”
Feeling uncomfortable, I swivel in my chair. “It’s beautiful,” I say, looking out the window at the property surrounding the cabin.
“It is,” Gideon responds, but when I turn back to face him, he’s not looking outside. He’s looking at me.
Heat pools in my belly.
My cheeks warm at the thought of Gideon thinking I’m beautiful.
I’m treading in dangerous territory with this man.
I can barely think when he’s around, but when he looks at me with heat and want in his eyes, I’m rendered useless.
Needing a distraction from the way this man makes me feel, I tilt my head down toward my food and continue to eat.
Ten minutes later, I place my fork down on the plate. “Welp, now that you’ve fed me, what’s the plan?”
“I figured we could explore.”
“Lead the way.” I stand from the table, and Gideon’s hand lands on the small of my back as he leads me outside.