Against the Cage (Worth the Fight #1) by Sidney Halston

house was silent; she must have still been sleeping. He walked upstairs to find Drogo sitting in front of her door. “What? Are you the daytime guard too?” The dog barked at him, and Jack shook his head. “You growl at her almost as much as you growl at me. I don’t understand you. Move over, buddy,” Jack said to the dog, who seemed to understand, because he moved aside so that Jack could quietly open the door. Chrissy was sprawled out on the bed diagonally. It amazed him how such a tiny woman could take up so much space. Her hair was spread over a pillow and the sheets were wrapped around her body, half covering her and half displaying her sexy, toned legs. She looked so peaceful. He almost jumped in bed with her, but managed to control the urge. Quietly he closed the door and made his way downstairs to make breakfast. Drogo didn’t follow, apparently deciding to stay on guard duty by the door.
    Several minutes later, a half-asleep, half-naked Chrissy padded barefoot into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning, Drogo contentedly walking next to her.
    “Smells good,” she murmured sleepily.
    Jack’s eyes, of their own volition, scanned her body from her pink toenails up to her very well-endowed breasts, which bounced with every damn step she took. Her long black hair was on the top of her head in a big messy bun. Her blue eyes were crystal clear as she took in his stare.
    He didn’t even pretend not to stare. In fact, he might even have drooled a little. She had to know that walking around like that was bound to get his attention.
    “I’m making bacon and eggs. There’s coffee and juice. Help yourself. I’m almost done cooking,” said Jack.
    “I’d never have taken you for a guy who cooks.” She bent down to reach into the refrigerator for the juice, and the hem of the T-shirt she’d borrowed shifted up, giving him a phenomenal view of her pantyless behind. What the fuck was she thinking? He dropped the spatula, causing her to jump.
    He quickly picked it up and shook his head, trying to get the image out of his mind. “I don’t cook many things, but bacon and eggs I can handle.”
    “Juice?” she offered. He nodded.
    She placed two glasses of orange juice on the table and sat down, pulling the tail of his long shirt under her. He fixed them each a plate of food and brought them over to her. Then the most astounding thing happened: Chrissy patted her lap, and Drogo the vicious, ferocious killer Chihuahua jumped onto her lap and peacefully rested his head on her knee while Chrissy caressed behind his ear and along his spine as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Jack even thought he heard the dog sigh.
Traitor!
    “Finally! I knew you’d fall in love with me,” she squealed, and gave a triumphant fist pump in the air.
God, she’s adorable
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    “I can’t believe he’s on your lap. What the hell?”
    “We sort of reached an understanding,” she said to Jack. “Didn’t we, little guy?” Drogo sighed again, and Jack rolled his eyes.
    “Understanding?”
    “Yeah. I give him food, and in turn he gives me love. Don’t you, cutie?” Chrissy cooed as she continued to pet him.
    As unbelievable as it might seem, the damn dog nodded happily.
    “Fucking traitor,” Jack said under his breath, with a hint of a smile.
    Chrissy took a bite of the food Jack had prepared. “Wow, Jack. This is delicious. I was starving. Thank you.”
    “With everything that happened, I forgot to offer you something to eat last night. Sorry about that.”
    She shook her head and waved her fork as she chewed. When she swallowed, she said, “Mmm … don’t worry about it. Wow, so good. I haven’t had bacon in forever. They don’t exactly have bacon in poverty-stricken countries.”
    She surprised him when she reached over the table and grabbed a piece of bacon from his plate. She then tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and put the thin strip of bacon into her mouth, savoring each and every crumb. He