The Farm Girl Meets The Alpha

Chapter 7

I wake up and look at the time on the DVR and see that it's almost 11, and Jeremy isn't here. I guess I can't blame him because I'm me, but it does still hurt that he left. My stomach growled and I climb off the couch and go downstairs to the kitchen only to find Jeremy standing over the stove and making grilled cheese and tomato soup. "I thought you left," I say quietly.

"I told you I couldn't leave even if I wanted to," he says glancing away from the stove to look at me.

"Yeah, you never told me why that is," I respond trying to understand what he meant earlier.

"That's not going to work. You can't trick me that easily."

"It was worth a shot though, right?"

"I guess, now sit down and eat this. You must be hungry since we'd already be eating at school," he says holding the plate out in my direction.

"You got that right," I say taking the plate from him and taking it into the dining room. He chuckles behind me.

"Did you make anything for yourself?"

"No, I was too focused on your food."

I set my plate on the table and turn around and face him, and try to push him through the doorway. Notice how I said try, my little 5'3" body can't push his large, and deliciously muscled (Did I really just think that?) 6'3" body a few inches let alone back into the hallway. "What are you doing," he asks me.

"I'm trying to make you go back to the kitchen that way we can make some food for you so you don't die of starvation."

"I'm not gonna starve if I just make sure that my girl eats."

Did he just say my girl? I think to myself but it turns out I must have said it out loud because he responded.

"Yes, my girl, but only if you want to be. I won't force you," he says and then quietly adds," to do anything."

"I just met you yesterday, under no possible circumstances will I date a guy I just met the day before." I respond my stubbornness kicking in.

"Okay."

"Now come on," I say picking my plate back up and going back into the kitchen.

"Why are we back in here?"

"Because you need to eat too, you know."

"I know but I was going to let you eat first."

"You are. I'm going to eat right in front of you and watch you cook your lunch."

"How nice of you," he says in complete sarcasm.

"I know right." I say with a cheeky grin.

"All right so you're just gonna sit there and eat while watching me cook my food like a creepy stalker."

"You're forgetting the part where you're in my kitchen."

"Oh, yes, you're quite right." he says in a fake British accent. I burst into laughter and after noticing my "donkey laugh" that my sister and I share, he starts laughing too. We laugh for about five minutes and I can't breathe, I gasp for air and that just makes him laugh even harder. I finally get air back into my lungs and glare at him. "You're cute when you look mad."

"I'm not cute, I'm a five-foot-three midget with a very bad temper. I also have a orange belt in karate, even with all of my clumsiness."

"You're right, you're not cute. You're adorable."

"I am seriously going to hurt you, but I'm not going to let you starve. So if you could cook and eat your food that would be awesome because then I can hurt you."