Taming His Stallion [BWWM]

9_His Demeanor

Paege

The sound of the cock crowing woke me out of my sleep. 

It had been a long night. 

Especially, considering what had happened. 

I still couldn't believe that it.

How could I have been so stupid? 

He could've been doing God knows what in his room last night. 

After all, it was his room.

By the look on his face last night when he came into the kitchen, I gathered that Daniel must have been starving. 

He'd been out all day and didn't return until later in the evening. 

I thought it would be nice to offer him a plate. 

If he didn't want it, well I'd just leave him be.

How was I to know that I would discover his half-naked form sleeping? 

I cringed at the thought that I was clumsy enough to allow a plate of food to slip from my fingers and crash to the floor below. 

I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

I'd seen many men shirtless from working on some farms in the past but they did little phase me. 

In Daniel's case, he had such a chiselled form that I found that my hands itched to touch him. 

I was stomped. 

It's good that I got out of his room as fast as humanly possible because I don't know how I would recover from him.

It was no secret that Daniel Andrews was a very charismatic, gorgeous and intelligent man—at least when he wanted to be. 

If I couldn't stand to hold his chocolate mocha gaze for one measly second, how would I ever look at him again after that experience?

No, I couldn't. 

I wouldn't but thank God he wasn't, so I can. 

Can look him in the eyes, that is. 

I roused myself from my bed and found my fuzzy slippers, donning my robe and stretching as I did. 

I slept a good few hours but tiredness still hung over me like a dark cloud.

A shower cured me of sleep. 

I was starving. 

I took care of my hygiene before I met Bell exiting her room, two doors from mine. 

We made our way to the kitchen, linked by the arms.

Upon entry, my feet became rooted to the ground. 

Bell slipped from my arm into a stool behind the kitchen counter. 

As though the scene before us was a regular occurrence.

Daniel stood preparing breakfast. 

Fully clothed this time. 

The aroma brought my taste buds to life and caused my belly to rumble in anticipation. 

I clutched it as the memory of last night resurface. 

The tension increased tenfold as his gaze settled on me.