from me. “No!” I shrieked when the cool air hit my naked flesh. “Give it back!”
“Nope,” he said firmly. “Now get up. I have to leave soon, and I want to have breakfast with you before I go.”
I sat up with a pillow clutched to my chest, clinging to the tiny bit of warmth it provided, and looked at the clock on the bedside table before noticing the room service cart Bronze was standing beside. Not even a second later, the combined smell of freshly brewed coffee, warm maple syrup, and crispy bacon filled my nose, causing my stomach to growl—like the beast it was.
Bronze’s eyes widened for a brief moment before he doubled over laughing. “Holy shit! I think that thing could take Audrey.”
“Who the fuck is Audrey?” I asked and threw a pancake at him, hitting him in the center of his chest with an audible splat.
He looked down at his chest, and we both watched as the pancake slowly peeled away from his skin and dropped to the floor, leaving behind an area streaked with syrup. “If this syrup makes it to my dick, you’ll be having my cock for breakfast while I finish your pancakes.”
“And you’ll have my fork in your balls if you don’t tell me who Audrey is.” I don’t know why it got under my skin the way it did—maybe because he was laughing at something about my body while comparing it to another woman’s—but I was ready to declare an all-out war over this Audrey bitch.
When he looked up, I couldn’t decide if the smirk he gave me was insanely hot or extremely infuriating. “Batta’s Old Lady, Tatum, named her stomach. Every time it growls or makes some other creature-like noise, she tells ‘Audrey’ to be quiet or says she needs to go eat because ‘Audrey’ is hungry.”
“And you think my stomach can out-growl hers?” I asked once I’d regained some composure.
“Fuck, yes,” he answered confidently. “Hell, I scanned the room for a wild animal before I realized the noise came from you.”
“I’m weirdly flattered,” I admitted and shoved a larger than ladylike bite of pancake into my mouth.
Picking up one of the other covered dishes from the cart, he joined me at the small table. “What if I ordered the pancakes for me?” he asked.
“Then you’re shit out of luck unless you place another order for yourself. Because these are mine. And, I’m willing to fight for them,” I declared while jabbing my fork in his direction to emphasize my point.
He snorted and shook his head. “You’re a little ball of sunshine in the morning.”
“Morning has nothing to do with it. I’m a demon when I’m hungry, no matter what time of day it is. Now, let me feed in peace,” I said, lowering my voice to almost a growl on my last sentence, effectively making me sound somewhat demonic.
Surprisingly, he let me eat the rest of my pancakes in silence, which was a good thing because I wasn’t kidding about turning into an evil monster when I was hungry. It was a character flaw, and I owned it. Finishing my coffee, I leaned back in my chair, feeling much more like the friendly human I usually was.
“Has Satan Sloane left the building?” Bronze asked cautiously.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why? She can easily return if she needs to.”
“I don’t doubt that one bit, but I need to speak to Sweet Sloane before I have to leave.”
“Wish granted. Continue on.”
“I want to see you again,” he said without preamble.
Upon hearing his words, I accidentally took a large gulp of my coffee instead of a test sip and hissed when the hot liquid burned all the way to my stomach. Not that it would do any good, but I still scrambled for my glass of ice water and took several large swallows.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, even though I was completely flustered. Taking in a deep breath, I blew it out slowly. “Did you say you wanted to see me again?”
He grinned. “Yes. Now quit playing hard to get or whatever it is you’re over there doing and say yes.”
“Say yes to what? I don’t recall you asking me a question.”
“You’re going to make me do this, aren’t you?”
I blinked innocently. “I’m not making you do anything.”
He tilted his head toward the ceiling and sighed before clearing his throat and facing me. “Do you want to do this again after my next fight?”
“What makes you think you’ll be able to do