Chapter 88

"Good morning." He says, looking at me from head to toe, I don't miss the heat in his gaze. He doesn't get to look at me like that after the stunt he pulled yesterday. But I swallow the sass. That won't help me right now.

"Good morning." It is almost noon. I expected that he would have had breakfast and gone off to his study or home office. I was listening to hear him walk past before sneaking down to whip up something for myself.

And now he is here. I am sure he knows I had my ear to the door. Because it is clearly obvious on my red face.

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" He asks, casually.

"I was just on my way." I say defensively. I am wearing a shirt and pajama pants. Suitable for breakfast.

"Hm. Let's go then." He says and turns around, holding the door open for me. It is obvious there is no escape. I really thought he already had breakfast. He must have gone downstairs to wait and when I didn't show up, he came back up to pull me out. I still