He turned to her as the bacon started sizzling. He advanced, quickly. She retreated, not quickly enough. Her h*ps hit the counter and he closed in.
His hands on the counter on either side of her, he leaned down so they were face-to-face. “You’re too skinny. You need to eat. Not egg whites, not dry toast and not fatless bacon.”
He thought she was too skinny?
Was he blind?
Sonia couldn’t move but, even so, her mouth dropped open.
He ignored her astonished look and kept talking. “No more of that shit, Sonia. Not for me and not for you either.”
“Are you…” she paused, not thinking she could say it then she said it, “Telling me what to eat?”
“Damn right,” he replied, not having any problem saying what he had to say.
He pushed away from the counter and turned back to the range.
She watched in growing horror as he cooked breakfast all in one skillet.
He didn’t not only not cut the fat off the bacon and separate the yolks, he didn’t drain the bacon grease before he dumped the eight (yes, eight!) scrambled eggs into the skillet with it. Not done, he also chucked a handful (and his hand, as Sonia had noted on several occasions, was large) of pre-grated cheddar cheese on the lot and sprinkled it all with garlic salt.
Further, he slathered the toast in so much butter it was the added stroke on top of the heart attack that was the egg-bacon-cheese mess.
He served this all up on the plates, got himself a fresh cup of coffee, poured a warm up in hers, dashed it with not a splash of milk but a glug and handed both plate and mug to her.
Then he picked up his own plate, rested a hip against the counter, leveled his blue eyes on her and ordered, “Eat.”
She looked at her plate.
She had to admit, it looked really good.
And it smelled fantastic.
Then she looked at him.
“I can’t eat this.”
“Eat,” he repeated.
“This is… I can’t –”
“Sonia,” he said her name slowly in a way that denoted strained patience. “You can eat it or I’ll feed it to you.”
She felt her eyes grow wide before she asked, “You’re joking, right?”
He shook his head.
She looked at the plate.
He was, essentially, a kidnapper.
He was, she guessed, going to hold her for ransom if he didn’t charm her (in other words, con her) out of millions of dollars.
He had been, thus far, pretty nice even though he was a jerk.
But, she shouldn’t push it.
Sonia picked up her fork and she ate.