Chapter 94: Chapter 94
Amelia's POV
He laughed heartily, it was a happy sound that echoed all around the room. It did strange things to my heart, making it beat furiously. I loved the way his eyes lit up with excitement. I wanted him to be this happy, always. He leaned a little towards me, his face inches away from mine.
"When I make love to you, I'll ensure that you're wide awake to feel me inside you. I can assure you that you'll not be able to forget it, baby doll," he swore with a strange emotion on his face that I couldn't figure out. His dirty words made my eyes widen with shock. Did he really say that? Oh my God!
I blushed more, and the heat seeped into my whole body, settling in my core. I rolled my eyes, "Just answer me, will you?" I asked him, trying to look as unaffected as possible but I was truly affected by his words. I loved him and having him say such things gave me a faint hope that maybe he still felt the same as I did for him. Maybe he too loved me in return.
"Relax, we didn't do anything. Just a kiss, cuddle and sleep. You don't need to get so worked up," he assured me, his face looking solemn and honest. I believed him and released the breath that I was holding unconsciously. Suddenly with relief came anger. How could he pull such a stunt on me? And of course, there was that unanswered question, how the hell did he get inside?
I glared at him. How dare he sleep with me without my knowledge? "But how did you get in?" I asked in irritation. Instead of answering me he grinned and shrugged, making me more annoyed with him.
"Tristan Henderson, will you answer me?" I asked using his full name to let him know how displeased I really was.
Strangely he was unaffected and chuckled instead, "Oh, that was easy, your landlady gave me the spare keys. I told her I was your fiancé and since you weren't picking up the phone, we were worried at home. If anything happened to you she would be responsible. She got scared and gave me the keys," he said, grinning with satisfaction. My jaws dropped to the floor knowing that she willingly gave him my keys. This was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. How could she give any stranger my keys without my permission? This was a breach of security and I wasn't at all happy about it.
"Ugh, no way! I should change my apartment, it seems. You're so bad, Tristan," I said, more annoyed by his words. I stomped my way to the kitchen to cook breakfast for myself, only for myself. "So, now that you've seen me, you can go home. Next time I would be highly obliged if you could use something called a doorbell," I said rudely. How dare he sneak into my home and be so smug about it?
He bowed like a gentleman which he actually wasn't. "Oui, mademoiselle," he said like a loyal servant!
"I'm busy now, I'll see you later," I said, my traitorous body and mind doing a happy dance hearing his husky voice talk to me that way.
"Oh no, you can't get rid of me so easily, baby doll," He said, following me to the kitchen and checking out the fridge, pantry, drawers, everything. "What are you cooking for breakfast?" he asked me, coming up behind me and peeping at the veggies that I was chopping for the stuffed omelet that I was planning to make. With his hot, ripped body brushing against my back, it was difficult to concentrate on the work at hand.
"I'm making my own food. You can go home and make your own," I pointed out but he gave me a hurt look that was enough to melt me to the core.
"No, I'll watch you eat," he said with a sigh, and it made my heart go out to him.
"Alright, you win. I am making breakfast for the two of us. Can you sit on that stool for God's sake?" I asked, finally giving up. The sheer torture was too much to bear and it brought memories of last night which I'd rather forget. Tristan smirked, having finally gotten his way. The devil knew what he was doing!
"Oui, mademoiselle," he said again in the same husky tone, turning my insides to mush. Why did he grow up into such an irresistible creature? I rolled my eyes, finished chopping the veggies in record time, and started the coffee maker. I washed and chopped apples, strawberries, and peaches and set them on a platter all the while acutely aware of Tristan's hot gaze following me around like a predator watching his prey.
"Do you need help?" he asked, eyeing the eggs and vegetables warily. A smile formed on my lips and I wanted to rile him up a little.
"You can whisk the eggs, milk, parsley, pepper, and basil together if you want," I told him, showing the ingredients and the bowl.
His eyes widened, "No, thanks, I'll clean up, that's easier." I smirked knowing how clumsy he was in the kitchen. When we were younger he and Caleb always received a scolding for breaking things in the kitchen whenever they set foot into it.
I started preparing the omelet batter and could feel his piercing eyes fixed upon me. I tried hard to concentrate on the job at hand but it was difficult. As I heated the skillet and sprayed it with the cooking spray, he still watched me like a hawk sitting on a barstool near me. I felt like I was being scrutinized under a microscope. Didn't the guy get tired of watching me? Soon he would get spectacles if he continued this way. At last, I got frustrated by his gaze and looked up at him.
"Will you stop?" I said in frustration.