Stolen (Originally Once Bitten, I'm Smitten) (FINISHED)

41 - I want sweets

"You need to eat the eggs first," Will instructed, pointing to my plate. "You need the protein."

"No," I said then, glaring at him, "I want the cinnamon buns."

"You're not getting the cinnamon buns until you eat the eggs."

"I don't want the eggs!" I argued. "I want the cinnamon buns!"

"Mistress..." Will said then, lashes lowering, "you are not getting the sweets until you eat the healthy."

"I can have the buns, then the eggs!" I argued then. "There's no difference!"

"There is a difference," he argued, setting his hands on the table. "If you eat the cinnamon buns, you'll waste your appetite with the eggs. Now eat the eggs."

Right before I could respond, the doorbell rang.

Will gave me an annoyed look. "Don't move."

He then walked off to answer the door.

I smiled evilly and reached across the table, lightly catching the plate of buns and slid them over to myself.

"Hello," Will said to whoever was at the front door, "ah, a package? I see. I can take that from you."

I then sliced my fork into the bun, cutting off a piece.

"Ah, yes, I can sign," he said then. "Sorry, one second." His voice grew stern. "Mistress, don't you dare touch the buns."

"I'm eating the eggs," I lied.

"Ah, okay," he said to whoever was at the front door, "sign there? Okay."

I then took a bite of the bun, and closed my eyes as the sweetness burst through my tastebuds.

"Thank you," Will said then. "Have a nice day."

The front door closed, and he stepped over to me.

Right as I cut off another piece, a fork flew past my face and sliced into the table, making me yelp when it jabbed right between my hand and the plate.

I glared back at Will. "You could've stabbed me."

"Your mistrust in my aim hurts," he said then, setting the package on a side table. "And... what did I say about the buns? Must you always go against my word?"

"What are you, my mother?" I demanded.

"Sometimes, I feel like it," he muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, mistress," he said then, stepping over to the dining table. "Now. You've had enough of the sweets, now you eat the eggs."

I growled low, playing with the scrambled eggs. "I don't like it."

"You haven't even tried it," he stated. "Come now." He smiled. "Don't make me feed you."

I growled under my breath when he stood next to my chair, and I took a bite of the eggs, chewing slowly.

"Good girl," he said then, voice low.

I just shot him a look before continuing to eat my food.

"Well..." Will said then, setting a folded rag in front of me so I could pat my lips, "I did your laundry, and it's all folded into your dresser. I also cleaned up the last bit of your belongings and fixed your room up so it echoes your apartment."

I gazed up from my plate, blinking. "You did all that... while I was sleeping? Wow... I'm..." I then thought the word, impressed.

Will suddenly leaned into my face, making me suck in a breath.

He just smiled. "It's not good to underestimate me, Angel. And it's impossible to overestimate me, you must come to terms with that."

I felt a bead of sweat slide down my cheek at how close he was.

He just smiled and tapped my lip. "You keep looking at me like that, and I might be tempted."

He then pulled away and walked off, making me catch my breath.

I didn't even realize that I held my breath.

What did he mean by... look at him like that?

What was my expression?