I found myself speaking more tonight than I have in the past five years combined as I made her something to eat. She answered each of my questions. Some I already knew the answers to, but the sound of her voice is soothing “Oh my,” Eve moans as she takes another bite of the chicken marsala I made her. The sound makes my dick get completely hard again. I’d managed to get it to go down some while I cooked, but I haven’t pulled off getting it to go down fully since I saw her up on that stage. Then her tiny ass was pressed into my lap for over an hour.

Before tonight, that shit irritated the hell out of me. The reaction she could pull for me that no other could. I am a trained machine. One that knows how to control myself. Until her. Now I don’t want the sensation to go away. I feel alive.

“Are you just going to watch me eat?” Eve asks before taking another bite. That had been my plan, but from her question, I’m guessing she doesn’t want me to. Though she doesn’t fidget or seem uncomfortable like she had been when she was up on the stage.

“I should feed Snow.” She glances down at Snow, who has been sitting next to her this whole time.

“He’s a very well-trained dog. Were you both in the military?”

“I never said I was, but you know that don’t you, Eve?” She smirks, cutting herself off another bite of food. “To answer what you wanted, no, I wasn’t in the military.”

“Really.” Her brows pull together. “Law enforcement?” Her nose scrunches now because that doesn’t feel completely right. She looks fucking adorable, and I want to eat her up, but she’s not ready yet. I have to be patient. Something that’s becoming increasingly harder now that she's in my space.

“I never wore a badge.” I’m as honest as I can be for now. I don’t want her running for the hills.

“Are you being mysterious with me?” Eve teases. I call Snow over to give him a small second dinner. I fed him before I left, but he’s been good.

“I’m answering your questions.” I try to shrug it off. I can tell it doesn’t work because her face lights up as she realizes I’ve cracked the door. Really she has. I called her out on her trying to trip me up with her questions. Not that I was surprised by it. I know who her parents are, after all. Hell, they might know who I am. Or better yet, who I once was. From her lit-up expression, I know I’m not going to close the door again. Not if I want to lure Eve inside.

“Did you work for the government?” Fuck me. How the hell do I answer that one?

“I suppose.”

“You suppose?” Her bottom lip puffs out. The room grows quiet. The fear of her suggesting it might be time to head home hits me. I know if I want to keep her here, the snow needs to keep accumulating outside. Answering some of her questions will give me the time I need for that to happen. Once we’re snowed in, she won’t have a choice but to stay here with me.