Savage Alpha (Alpha 8) by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online

They might be moody and uncommunicative most of the time, but they always had a lot to say in regard to her, even if she didn’t like most of it.
    It became clear within seconds of entering the building that supermarkets were another thing Jonas didn’t like.
    Although the dark scowl on his face as he accompanied her around the store did have its uses. Other shoppers simply moved out of their way, and the middle-aged woman on the till even packed Lily’s food into a bag for her, eyeing Jonas cautiously all the time she did so. No doubt as a way of getting the glowering six-and-a-half footer out of the shop all the sooner.
    He also carried the two bags of shopping back to the car for her.
    “I could get used to this.” She grinned as he slid into the driver’s seat beside her after stowing the shopping in the back.
    “You really shouldn’t.”
    “I bought enough ingredients to make dinner for you too.”
    “I told you—”
    “You aren’t hungry.” She nodded, looking down at her hands. “Please don’t make me eat alone, Jonas,” she said softly.
    Jonas shot Lily a frowning glance. Were those tears he could see balanced on the tips of those thick dark lashes?
    Of course it is, you stupid fucker!
    Lily might like to give the impression of toughness, but she had still gone through the trauma of seeing her dressing room covered in graffiti filth earlier. Then gone on stage and put on a spectacular performance. This, not wanting to be or eat alone, was obviously a reaction to all that.
    He eased some of the tension from his shoulders. “What are we eating?”
    She gave him a hopeful glance. “Spaghetti Bolognese.”
    “Sounds good.” Jonas cooked for himself, but it was usually a steak or some other meat, with salad or a baked potato, easy stuff that could be quickly prepared.
    “Those that eat help cook and clear away.”
    He grimaced. “Sounds like one of Gabriel’s dictates.”
    “Probably because it is.” She breathed out shakily. “Do we have to tell him about the graffiti?”
    “Yes.”
    Her eyes widened. “No negotiation or listening to argument, just yes?”
    “Yes.”
    “And I thought Gabriel was difficult!”
    Jonas gave an unconcerned shrug. “Maybe you’ll appreciate him more when this is all over.”
    “Is it going to be over?” Anxiety darkened her eyes.
    “Oh, I’ll get the bastard that’s doing this, Lily,” he assured her. “And when I do, I’ll make him eat every one of his filthy words.”
    “Promise?”
    “Absolutely.”
    Asking Jonas to eat with her, and the reality of having his large presence in her tiny kitchen as they prepared the meal together were two distinctly different things, Lily discovered a short time later. Even with the help of the glasses of red wine she had poured them.
    Jonas had removed the long black leather duster in the warmth of her apartment, and Lily could now appreciate how wide and muscular his shoulders and chest were in the tight navy-blue T-shirt. Faded denims rested low down on his hips, but as Lily discovered when he turned around to put something away in the fridge, his ass was perfectly outlined in the snug-fitting material.
    Or do I mean his perfect ass is outlined by that snug-fitting material?
    Either way, Lily found Jonas totally overwhelming in the confines of her small kitchen, and it was virtually impossible for the two of them not to brush against each other as they first unpacked the shopping and then moved about the room preparing the ingredients for their meal.
    It was a little like being in a cage with a large, untamed beast.
    A little?
    Make that a lot!
    Lily had never felt this sexually aware of a man before. She hadn’t had such a strong reaction even to A-list actor Laurence Seaton—single, blond, ruggedly handsome, and also American—whom she had met and worked with in Barbados the previous year, when she’d been given a small part in one of his movies.
    Jonas gave out a natural heat from that tall and powerful