Read Mated To The Dragon Of Manhattan (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) for Free Online
Authors: Amira Rain
kidnapped? I mean...what happened to me? And why does everyone think I'm a spy?"
Wincing, Brianna turned her focus to the roasting pan of food for a long moment before looking me in the eyes again. "I'm really, really sorry. My heart is going out to you right now. And it was earlier, too. If Truman hadn't agreed to have the guards un-cuff you when you started crying, I swear, I was going to strangle him with my bare hands. But...." Sighing, she frowned. "Until the investigation is complete, I can't say anything more. I'm really sorry. I mean, I can tell you a little bit more about this place over dinner if you want, like, a few things about the building and the people who live here, but as far as anything more specific than that...like how you probably got here...well, I think we all have a pretty similar theory, but I'm sure it would be wise of me to let Truman give you more specifics on his own timetable."
"Well...when do you think that will be?"
Brianna's big green eyes developed a bit of a twinkle.
"Maybe as soon as tomorrow. He wants to pop in here for a visit and have brunch with you. And I'm pretty sure he wants it to be just the two of you."
Suddenly, I actually didn't care about what had happened to me. All I could think about was Lord Truman and me, alone in the luxurious apartment ‘prison’ together. All I could think about was his handsome face, his thick black hair, and his long, hard body. In what I was sure would be fairly close proximity to mine. I wondered if he'd be at all receptive to taking a soak in the Jacuzzi with his prisoner.
*
Not wanting Brianna to know what direction the mere mention of Lord Truman's name had sent my mind spinning off to, I quickly cleared my throat and smiled. "Oh, that's fine. He'll explain things to me when he wants to, I guess. But now, let's enjoy the delicious dinner you made."
Instead of eating at the long, polished table in the formal dining room, we opted instead to eat at a much smaller, more casual blonde oak circular table beneath an amber-colored Tiffany lamp in the kitchen. While we ate, Brianna told me a little about the building, things like how many restaurants it had and what kind they were, and which were the best clothing boutiques in the building.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you. I brought you bags and bags of clothes. They're all out in the living room. Jeans, tops, shoes...even a couple of dresses in case you like dressing up a lot. Oh, and pajamas and lounge wear and underwear, and all that kind of stuff, too."
I was more than relieved to hear this, having been in my work clothes since just past dawn that morning. She also said that she'd brought me toiletries and a hair dryer as well.
But then, she suddenly put her fork down, gasping. "Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry! I haven't even properly introduced myself yet." She extended her hand. "I'm Brianna Stevens, airhead extraordinaire."
Laughing, I shook her hand. "It's really nice to meet you, Brianna. And of course, you know my name is Brette."
Smiling, she gave my hand a little squeeze before releasing it. "With an e . Very pretty name, by the way. And I'm really looking forward to being your friend, Brette, for however long you're here."
It was so wonderful to officially have another friend, and a female one.
We continued enjoying the delicious meal she'd made, and we talked and laughed like we'd been friends for years. However, it was kind of a strange experience to be so amiably enjoying a meal with someone who wasn't even allowed to tell you their theory about what had happened to you when you'd closed your eyes at work earlier that day and then had opened them to see two guards drawing guns on you.
After the meal, while we enjoyed our chocolate ice cream, Brianna asked me if she could ask me something, and I said sure.
She scooped up a bite of ice cream, her jewel-green eyes twinkling. "Well...how did you come up with the name 'Rolando
Wincing, Brianna turned her focus to the roasting pan of food for a long moment before looking me in the eyes again. "I'm really, really sorry. My heart is going out to you right now. And it was earlier, too. If Truman hadn't agreed to have the guards un-cuff you when you started crying, I swear, I was going to strangle him with my bare hands. But...." Sighing, she frowned. "Until the investigation is complete, I can't say anything more. I'm really sorry. I mean, I can tell you a little bit more about this place over dinner if you want, like, a few things about the building and the people who live here, but as far as anything more specific than that...like how you probably got here...well, I think we all have a pretty similar theory, but I'm sure it would be wise of me to let Truman give you more specifics on his own timetable."
"Well...when do you think that will be?"
Brianna's big green eyes developed a bit of a twinkle.
"Maybe as soon as tomorrow. He wants to pop in here for a visit and have brunch with you. And I'm pretty sure he wants it to be just the two of you."
Suddenly, I actually didn't care about what had happened to me. All I could think about was Lord Truman and me, alone in the luxurious apartment ‘prison’ together. All I could think about was his handsome face, his thick black hair, and his long, hard body. In what I was sure would be fairly close proximity to mine. I wondered if he'd be at all receptive to taking a soak in the Jacuzzi with his prisoner.
*
Not wanting Brianna to know what direction the mere mention of Lord Truman's name had sent my mind spinning off to, I quickly cleared my throat and smiled. "Oh, that's fine. He'll explain things to me when he wants to, I guess. But now, let's enjoy the delicious dinner you made."
Instead of eating at the long, polished table in the formal dining room, we opted instead to eat at a much smaller, more casual blonde oak circular table beneath an amber-colored Tiffany lamp in the kitchen. While we ate, Brianna told me a little about the building, things like how many restaurants it had and what kind they were, and which were the best clothing boutiques in the building.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you. I brought you bags and bags of clothes. They're all out in the living room. Jeans, tops, shoes...even a couple of dresses in case you like dressing up a lot. Oh, and pajamas and lounge wear and underwear, and all that kind of stuff, too."
I was more than relieved to hear this, having been in my work clothes since just past dawn that morning. She also said that she'd brought me toiletries and a hair dryer as well.
But then, she suddenly put her fork down, gasping. "Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry! I haven't even properly introduced myself yet." She extended her hand. "I'm Brianna Stevens, airhead extraordinaire."
Laughing, I shook her hand. "It's really nice to meet you, Brianna. And of course, you know my name is Brette."
Smiling, she gave my hand a little squeeze before releasing it. "With an e . Very pretty name, by the way. And I'm really looking forward to being your friend, Brette, for however long you're here."
It was so wonderful to officially have another friend, and a female one.
We continued enjoying the delicious meal she'd made, and we talked and laughed like we'd been friends for years. However, it was kind of a strange experience to be so amiably enjoying a meal with someone who wasn't even allowed to tell you their theory about what had happened to you when you'd closed your eyes at work earlier that day and then had opened them to see two guards drawing guns on you.
After the meal, while we enjoyed our chocolate ice cream, Brianna asked me if she could ask me something, and I said sure.
She scooped up a bite of ice cream, her jewel-green eyes twinkling. "Well...how did you come up with the name 'Rolando
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