This Crazy Little Thing (A New Adult Billionaire Romance) by Tawny Taylor, Tamryn Ward Page B
Authors: Tawny Taylor, Tamryn Ward
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she reached down and pulled on the sheet covering her legs. The bottom inched higher and higher, exposing her feet then shins then thighs.
His eyes glued to her exposed legs, Jason’s hand trembled as he ran his fingers through his hair. Without a word, he caught the sheet with the other hand and gave it a sharp yank, covering her up again. “What are you trying to do to me?” He sounded breathless, definitely a step in the right direction. She figured he was dangling from the end of his proverbial rope at the moment. Would he fall?
“Drive you crazy?”
He chuckled nervously and stood, backing toward the curtain. He swiped an arm over his glistening forehead. “Well, it’s working, you little fiend. But just wait until we get out of here.”
“Promises, promises. Are you running away? Don’t leave me here alone.”
“I’ll be right back. I need to check on something.” Before she could say a word, he slipped out of sight behind the curtained partition.
“Well, so much for that.” Sure she’d be alone for a while as he found a cure for the case of stiffness she’d given him, she turned on the small TV suspended from the ceiling and settled back to take a catnap. The medicine the nurse had given her was sure making her sleepy…
Moments later—or what seemed moments later—a small commotion outside the curtain woke her. Still half-asleep, she lifted her heavy eyelids and focused her eyes.
A broadly smiling Jason, who had clearly regained his composure, was pushing a cart heaped with foam carryout containers. “Since I couldn’t take you out to dinner, I brought dinner to you.”
What a sweetie! Can I keep him? Please? “But didn’t the doctor say I can’t eat?” She scooted up and straightened out the sheet that had somehow tangled around her knees.
“He cleared you for solid foods.”
“Lucky me.” She rubbed her hollow stomach.
“I wanted to bring in the fiddlers too, but the door Nazi wouldn’t let them in.”
Violins? How romantic. “Unromantic bastard.”
“Tell me about it.” He scooted the full cart next to her then opened the top foam container. “I didn’t know what to order for you after the last meal I saw you eat. So I went for surf…and turf.”
Her eyes swept over the scrumptious hunk of beef in the container and her mouth instantly filled with saliva. Next to the sinfully thick steak curled a steamed lobster tail.
The aromas of grilled meat, onions and lobster filled her nostrils and she inhaled, wishing to fill her entire being with the delectable scents.
“Don’t just sit there and sniff. Eat.” He handed her a plastic fork and knife wrapped in a paper napkin. “This isn’t exactly the elegant setting I’d planned but it’s the best I could do.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “I have candles, but with the oxygen I figure that’s not such a good idea.”
“Probably not. This is wonderful, perfect.” Starving, she set to work slicing the meat and savored the first bite. Her eyes closed, she merely moaned and chewed.
“I take it you approve?”
She swallowed then carved off a second bite. “It’s absolutely delicious,” she said around the second piece of meat. Suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t eating, she motioned toward the other containers with her plastic knife. “What’s in those? Aren’t you going to eat?”
“That’s all for you. Salad, baked potatoes with the works, a seafood pasta dish, and an appetizer.”
“Holy smoke. I can’t eat all that. She’ll kill me if I gain another pound.”
“Who’ll kill you?”
“Er…” Duh! That was a stupid thing to say. She took another bite of meat as she thought of a logical answer to his question. “…my personal trainer?”
“You won’t gain any weight from one meal. You’d have to eat over three thousand calories to do that.”
“You’re right. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He looked pleased as she dug some of the flaky white meat from the lobster shell and
His eyes glued to her exposed legs, Jason’s hand trembled as he ran his fingers through his hair. Without a word, he caught the sheet with the other hand and gave it a sharp yank, covering her up again. “What are you trying to do to me?” He sounded breathless, definitely a step in the right direction. She figured he was dangling from the end of his proverbial rope at the moment. Would he fall?
“Drive you crazy?”
He chuckled nervously and stood, backing toward the curtain. He swiped an arm over his glistening forehead. “Well, it’s working, you little fiend. But just wait until we get out of here.”
“Promises, promises. Are you running away? Don’t leave me here alone.”
“I’ll be right back. I need to check on something.” Before she could say a word, he slipped out of sight behind the curtained partition.
“Well, so much for that.” Sure she’d be alone for a while as he found a cure for the case of stiffness she’d given him, she turned on the small TV suspended from the ceiling and settled back to take a catnap. The medicine the nurse had given her was sure making her sleepy…
Moments later—or what seemed moments later—a small commotion outside the curtain woke her. Still half-asleep, she lifted her heavy eyelids and focused her eyes.
A broadly smiling Jason, who had clearly regained his composure, was pushing a cart heaped with foam carryout containers. “Since I couldn’t take you out to dinner, I brought dinner to you.”
What a sweetie! Can I keep him? Please? “But didn’t the doctor say I can’t eat?” She scooted up and straightened out the sheet that had somehow tangled around her knees.
“He cleared you for solid foods.”
“Lucky me.” She rubbed her hollow stomach.
“I wanted to bring in the fiddlers too, but the door Nazi wouldn’t let them in.”
Violins? How romantic. “Unromantic bastard.”
“Tell me about it.” He scooted the full cart next to her then opened the top foam container. “I didn’t know what to order for you after the last meal I saw you eat. So I went for surf…and turf.”
Her eyes swept over the scrumptious hunk of beef in the container and her mouth instantly filled with saliva. Next to the sinfully thick steak curled a steamed lobster tail.
The aromas of grilled meat, onions and lobster filled her nostrils and she inhaled, wishing to fill her entire being with the delectable scents.
“Don’t just sit there and sniff. Eat.” He handed her a plastic fork and knife wrapped in a paper napkin. “This isn’t exactly the elegant setting I’d planned but it’s the best I could do.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “I have candles, but with the oxygen I figure that’s not such a good idea.”
“Probably not. This is wonderful, perfect.” Starving, she set to work slicing the meat and savored the first bite. Her eyes closed, she merely moaned and chewed.
“I take it you approve?”
She swallowed then carved off a second bite. “It’s absolutely delicious,” she said around the second piece of meat. Suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t eating, she motioned toward the other containers with her plastic knife. “What’s in those? Aren’t you going to eat?”
“That’s all for you. Salad, baked potatoes with the works, a seafood pasta dish, and an appetizer.”
“Holy smoke. I can’t eat all that. She’ll kill me if I gain another pound.”
“Who’ll kill you?”
“Er…” Duh! That was a stupid thing to say. She took another bite of meat as she thought of a logical answer to his question. “…my personal trainer?”
“You won’t gain any weight from one meal. You’d have to eat over three thousand calories to do that.”
“You’re right. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He looked pleased as she dug some of the flaky white meat from the lobster shell and
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