Chapter Three
Theron was still in the kitchen a half-hour later. The food had taken all of five minutes to prepare, but he had spent the remainder of that time thinking, brooding, and sending the refrigerator and cupboard doors into a series of wrathful open and shut motions. He had more pent-up energy than he could handle.
His overheated mind suggested a few activities that could lessen the severity of his strained emotions, all of which were centered on the woman upstairs.
Just the thought of crushing her soft, warm body beneath him, having her writhing with desire as he bit into her fragile flesh sent another wave of electricity through his body. It was released in the form of a small explosion that sent the coffee maker flying into the air, landing on the plank patterned wood floo
