Their Bloody Rose

Tell Me Your Secret Recipe!

The next week was rather uneventful. Marissa stayed in her room anytime she was at the house and rode with them to and from the club every day. They had at least sent someone to get her bag from the hostel before it got tossed so she had her clothes and things. And Logan had come through on his promise about a tracking bracelet. It was literally soldered onto her arm so it wouldn't come off. It was rather elegant and discreet though, so she really didn't mind wearing it.

Marissa woke up early that morning thanks to her grumbling stomach. The night before at the club had been a madhouse and she'd never gotten a chance to take a break and eat something. So now, her stomach was exacting its revenge.

Usually they would leave food outside her door for her around 9 or 10am, but it was only 7:30 now and she did not want to wait that long with these kinds of hunger pains.

Assuming everyone else would be sleeping, she went downstairs and decided to cook some breakfast. At first she was just going to grab something light and easy for herself, but then she decided to make something nice for everyone. After all, despite technically being held captive, she'd actually been enjoying her time here and at the club. The accommodations certainly beat that gross old hostel. And Fiona had insisted she still get paid for her hours at the club so all that money was just getting saved. At this rate, she might actually be able to afford a small short-term rental at the next city she went to.

She put her headphones in so she could listen to music while she cooked up a nice big breakfast for her and her "captors". Lost in her own world dancing to the music while she worked she didn't hear the footsteps approaching her. After putting the biscuits in the oven to bake she spun around and ran smack into a firm muscled chest.

She looked up to see a smiling, shirtless Eddie looking back at her. "Good morning," he said as she looked up at him. Marissa's hands had landed flat on his chest in their collision, and it took her a moment to pull them away and step back, taking out her headphones. A moment which Eddie certainly enjoyed.

"What smells so good?" Eddie asked inhaling the rich aromas filling the kitchen.

"I woke up early and was hungry so I thought I'd make us all some breakfast," Marissa said turning back to the stove where she was frying up some eggs, sausage, and bacon.

Eddie took the opportunity to look her over while her back was turned. She was in a baggy t-shirt that just barely covered her ass. Anytime she reached for something it would lift a little, exposing the bottom of her perfect round ass and black panties. And from what he could feel when she'd collided with his chest, she wasn't wearing a bra either.

Eddie was getting incredibly turned on just looking at her. Before she turned back around he quickly adjusted himself in his grey sweats so his swelling bulge wasn't too obvious.

"You didn't have to do all this for us you know," Eddie said as he grabbed some plates from the cabinet and set the table beside the kitchen island.

"I know," Marissa replied, "but I figured since you all have been so accommodating to me, and, you know, let me live, that cooking up breakfast for all of us is the least I could do."

"That's really sweet of you," Eddie said coming to stand beside her at the stove. "Is there anything I can do to help with the cooking?"

Before Marissa could answer she heard Fiona chime in as she entered the kitchen in her silk pajama dress. "Oh you don't want him touching anything but the plates," she said teasingly, "he may be hot but our boy Eddie is awful in the kitchen. Anything he touches will burn instantly. Even cereal."

"That is not true," Eddie said, playing like he was hurt despite the smile on his lips. "I burnt cereal once, and that was only because I thought it was oatmeal."