Irresistible (Neighbor from Hell #11) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,14

used to, it was surprisingly comfortable.

Then again, should she really expect anything else from a doctor?

Besides cleanliness, she amended as she cracked open an eye so that she could watch as Aidan stumbled around his messy bedroom, tearing through boxes while she lay there, curled up on her side, praying that he found whatever it was that he was looking for before he realized that she was awake and decided to “take care of her,” because she honestly wasn’t sure that she could take much more of this.

“Shit!” Aidan snapped from the bathroom where he’d moved the search, making her immediately close her eyes and pray for a miracle.

Maybe she should make a run for it, Melanie thought, debating the pros and cons of opening her eyes so that she could weigh the risks of trying to make it to that door before he realized that she was awake. The terror that poured through her at being tucked in again had her laying there, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, and anxiously awaiting the moment when she heard the front door click shut behind him.

“Shit!” he whispered harshly as she heard him stumble back into the bedroom where she was currently laying in terror, the same bedroom that he’d stashed her in last night before his reign of terror had begun.

She should have never agreed to this, Melanie thought, desperately trying to resist the urge to crack open an eye so that she could see what he was doing, terrified that she’d find him standing by the bed with another tray of freshly cut vegetables or holding a blanket, ready to tuck her in again. The only thing that she knew was that agreeing to stay here had been a mistake, one that was probably going to end with her being smothered to death, which brought up another terrifying thought.

What if he was standing there waiting to fluff her pillow again?

A shudder tore through her at the memory of waking up in the middle of the night to find Aidan standing over her, waiting for the moment when he could fluff her pillow. It had honestly been one of the most terrifying experiences of her life. When she’d screamed, and really, who wouldn’t have screamed? he’d simply smiled, murmured something that sounded like an apology and began fluffing her pillows while she laid there, trying not to make any sudden moves.

If she made it out of here alive, and it was looking less likely by the second, she was going to learn to keep her big mouth shut. God, what the hell had she been thinking when she’d agreed to this?

In her defense, Melanie hadn’t expected all that much from him. She figured that she’d stay here for a few nights so that she could honestly say that she’d given him a chance and when he realized that he wasn’t interested in playing nursemaid that he would happily pack her off to her parents. What she hadn’t expected was for him to embrace his new role with a smile and a psychotic break with reality.

She’d barely had the words out of her mouth, agreeing to give this a chance when she’d suddenly found herself plopped down on a large box with a bottle of lukewarm water and a Twinkie. While she sat there, trying not to think about where he’d found the Twinkie, he’d rushed around the bedroom, tearing through boxes until he found clean, at least she hoped they were, sheets and quickly made the bed.

Before Melanie had a chance to blink, she found herself standing in the bathroom, holding one of his shirts, a pair of boxers, and a flashlight. She’d barely managed to pull the boxer shorts on before she found herself back in his bedroom and tucked in for the night.

Or so she’d thought.

After he’d tucked her in so tightly that she’d barely been able to breathe, never mind move, he’d given her another one of those smiles that he’d probably perfected for his patients, tore the blankets loose and tucked her in again. After that, he’d disappeared for a bit, made a lot more noise and recited a few more curses before returning to the bedroom, struggling to carry the seventy-inch television that he’d swiped from the living room.

When she’d offered to help him, or at the very least move a few things out of his way so that he didn’t get hurt, he’d glared at her until she laid back down, pulled the covers up