Chapter 112

As Atlas guides me deeper into the house I begin to wonder if this was a good idea after all. Here we are in his big dark mansion.

Alone.

Anything could happen.

But do I want it to?

As I feel the electric touch of his hand on mine I realize I do. I want to know what it feels like to be with Atlas Steele, not as a foggy memory, but as someone he loves and cherishes.

As soon as we enter the kitchen, he begins opening cupboards and looking in the pantry and fridge for supplies. "Do you like omelets? I know you probably haven't had dinner, but I feel a bit more like breakfast and eggs are easy and quick to cook."

When he sees my approval, he begins chopping and dicing. I try to help but he slaps my hand away.

Kissing me gently, he orders me to sit down at the little eat-in kitchen nook while he cooks for the two of us. I'm about to say no, but the look he gives me makes everything in me clench.

"No," he insists leaving no room for argument. "I'm treating you."

When the omelets are don