Trigger - Part 2

CHAPTER 13 - What is it that your want

"Miss Adley! It's okay!"

I open my eyes and see Wyatt hovering over me. I shoot upright and notice I am in an unfamiliar room and bed. I look at Wyatt again and see he is dressed only in short black boxers.

"Are you okay Miss Adley?" He rubs the corners of his eyes.

"I am in your bed!?" I push the soft white covers off me and stand. I lose my balance as my head feels like a medicine ball knocking me forward against Wyatt. His reflexes faster than I can process his skin burns through the white flowery summer dress I had on since the last time I remember.

"I am so sorry!" I push myself away as he helps me sit down on the bed.
"Are you okay?" His eyes stuck with concern.

"I am. I think I had too much wine." I press my hand against my head.
"May I get you something to ease off the tension?"

"Please." I close one eye.
"Lay back down. I'll be here shortly."
I obey his request and take a couple of deep breaths.

A few seconds pass and I hear Wyatt come towards me.
"Here." He lifts my head up, drops two pills in my mouth and brings a glass of water closer. I swallow.

"Thank you." I lay back down.
"Rest. I'll wake you when the time is right."

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Where am I?

I sit up and look around. I am on a bed bigger than my living room in a room as big as three of my bedroom in size. The decor is minimal, white and crisp. I get up and walk towards the door. I look around and see my bag on the dresser. I reach for my phone.

Shit... dead...

I swing my bag over my shoulder while walking my way down a corridor towards sounds and the smell of food.
I peek around the corner and see Wyatt standing in front of a built-in stove facing me. All that is visible is his chest covered with hair, perfectly chiseled by angels themselves.

Damn...

His eyes catch me staring and I instantly feel butterflies ravaging my insides.

"Some fresh fruit juice." He eyes a glass on the counter in front of him.

I slowly walk towards him and slowly sit down on the stool opposite him.

"Thank you." I take a sip and let my eyes wander.

"We are not at the winery are we?"
"No." He continues to stir what looks like scrambled eggs.

"Are you hungry?"
"I can eat." I watch him dish the eggs on a plate with cooked bacon, mushrooms, sausages and toast.

"May I?" He holds up a plate.
I nod.

"How is your head feeling?" He dishes and sets the plate in front of me.
"Much better thank you."
He dishes for himself and gathers his glass of juice.

"Come. Let's enjoy our breakfast outside."
I follow and we walk through double doors leading onto an undercover patio area with a huge garden filled with every type of plant and a huge rock pool.
We sit at the glass table, opposite each other.

"I would have had breakfast set up already and be dressed decently before waking you."

And hide that body?

"It's okay. This is quite a setup you have here." I clear my throat.

He nods and starts eating his breakfast.
I look at my plate.

"Is the food not prepared to your liking?"
"No... no not at all... I just... did... did we?"

He finishes his bite and sets his hands on either side of his plate still holding the knife and fork.