Megan POV
“We’re what?” I nearly shouted at Adam when he told me we were having dinner at the main house.
Panic clawed its way to the surface as I frantically tried to think of a way out of it. He repeated himself. This man intended to sit me in front of his friends with a plate full of food and a fork. How many pairs of eyes would be watching every bite I shoveled into my mouth? A barrage of belittling thoughts swirled around in my mind, horrible quips about a fat girl and the fact that she dares to eat. How many would sit in judgment of every calorie I consumed? How many would laugh at me behind their hands?
Adam sat down on the edge of the bed and lay a hand over my cheek. “Meg, baby, what’s wrong? You look terrified.”
I pushed myself up in the bed, putting some distance between
