A Beauty Dark & Deadly (A Dark & Deadly Series Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Heather C. Myers
refrigerator was remarkably empty while the sink held numerous dishes. Emmy idly wondered just how long those dishes were sitting there, but figured she would have to wash them sooner or later.
Once the dishes were in the dishwasher and Emmy had thoroughly washed her hands, she opened the door to the refrigerator once again. After another brief inspection, Emmy decided that eggs were the best and decidedly only option for dinner. She grabbed four of them and carefully rested them on the counter before rummaging through an assortment of cabinets, looking for a frying pan and a spatula. Once everything had been found, she cracked the eggs into the pan and disposed of the white shells in the nearby trashcan. Scrambled eggs had always been a favorite of Emmy’s, and if there had been cheese, she would have sprinkled some on the finished product. Alas, she knew that she would tire of eggs if she would have to eat them constantly.
“No,” she muttered under her breath as she grabbed two plates from the top cabinets. “I’ll have to go to the store tomorrow.”
But for now, dinner was served.
Chapter 2
Dinner went as well as anybody could expect. It was silent, something Emmy was rather thankful for. Jason Belmont seemed surprised that Emmy made him dinner in the first place, and for the first few moments, he did nothing, really, except stare at his food and then ramble a string of ‘thank yous’ together. Despite the fact that Emmy was afraid of him, the man was beginning to fascinate her with the little things he did. During dinner, instead of focusing on the plate in front of her, the young woman watched intently as Jason Belmont ate his dinner in a rather peculiar way. His fork was held with the fingertips of his right hand, and he would raise the eggs level to his mouth. However, instead of moving the fork to his mouth and placing the food on his tongue, he would move his head a few inches to the fork, and then dab the food with his tongue, as though he was checking its temperature, before placing it in his mouth. A couple of times he caught her staring at him, and immediately she would look away, blushing as she picked at her food. He never did call her on it, though, and for that, she was thankful.
It was hard for her to get to sleep that night. The most physical reason for this was because she wasn’t sleeping in her own bed. This bed was stiff and crisp, although not entirely uncomfortable. She kept tossing and turning, trying to find the perfect position to fall asleep in when, for whatever reason, she grew uncomfortable and had to shift. It also didn’t help that the bugs outdoors were rather obnoxious when it came to making noises. Even as she thought about it, she knew it sounded silly, but the squeak of the crickets and the buzzing of the flies seemed much noisier to her than the soft hums of vehicles as they drove by. Yes, she was definitely much more used to the city than… here. And then finally, somewhere deep, down inside of her, she was afraid Jason might slip into her bedroom and do something to her. Suffice to say she did not get much sleep that night.
When she woke, she woke up tired and sore. She quickly threw on some clothes before quietly heading downstairs. It was deathly silent; not even the bugs outside seemed to be up. No matter; all Emmy was planning on doing was going to the store. She had already spoken to Jason about it, and he had promised he would leave some cash on the sink. Before she left, she quickly fixed up some coffee and poured it into a thermal cup so she could take it along with her. She placed the pot back in the machine and contemplated for a moment whether to turn it off and let it get cold, or keep it on, assuming Jason would wake up sometime
Once the dishes were in the dishwasher and Emmy had thoroughly washed her hands, she opened the door to the refrigerator once again. After another brief inspection, Emmy decided that eggs were the best and decidedly only option for dinner. She grabbed four of them and carefully rested them on the counter before rummaging through an assortment of cabinets, looking for a frying pan and a spatula. Once everything had been found, she cracked the eggs into the pan and disposed of the white shells in the nearby trashcan. Scrambled eggs had always been a favorite of Emmy’s, and if there had been cheese, she would have sprinkled some on the finished product. Alas, she knew that she would tire of eggs if she would have to eat them constantly.
“No,” she muttered under her breath as she grabbed two plates from the top cabinets. “I’ll have to go to the store tomorrow.”
But for now, dinner was served.
Chapter 2
Dinner went as well as anybody could expect. It was silent, something Emmy was rather thankful for. Jason Belmont seemed surprised that Emmy made him dinner in the first place, and for the first few moments, he did nothing, really, except stare at his food and then ramble a string of ‘thank yous’ together. Despite the fact that Emmy was afraid of him, the man was beginning to fascinate her with the little things he did. During dinner, instead of focusing on the plate in front of her, the young woman watched intently as Jason Belmont ate his dinner in a rather peculiar way. His fork was held with the fingertips of his right hand, and he would raise the eggs level to his mouth. However, instead of moving the fork to his mouth and placing the food on his tongue, he would move his head a few inches to the fork, and then dab the food with his tongue, as though he was checking its temperature, before placing it in his mouth. A couple of times he caught her staring at him, and immediately she would look away, blushing as she picked at her food. He never did call her on it, though, and for that, she was thankful.
It was hard for her to get to sleep that night. The most physical reason for this was because she wasn’t sleeping in her own bed. This bed was stiff and crisp, although not entirely uncomfortable. She kept tossing and turning, trying to find the perfect position to fall asleep in when, for whatever reason, she grew uncomfortable and had to shift. It also didn’t help that the bugs outdoors were rather obnoxious when it came to making noises. Even as she thought about it, she knew it sounded silly, but the squeak of the crickets and the buzzing of the flies seemed much noisier to her than the soft hums of vehicles as they drove by. Yes, she was definitely much more used to the city than… here. And then finally, somewhere deep, down inside of her, she was afraid Jason might slip into her bedroom and do something to her. Suffice to say she did not get much sleep that night.
When she woke, she woke up tired and sore. She quickly threw on some clothes before quietly heading downstairs. It was deathly silent; not even the bugs outside seemed to be up. No matter; all Emmy was planning on doing was going to the store. She had already spoken to Jason about it, and he had promised he would leave some cash on the sink. Before she left, she quickly fixed up some coffee and poured it into a thermal cup so she could take it along with her. She placed the pot back in the machine and contemplated for a moment whether to turn it off and let it get cold, or keep it on, assuming Jason would wake up sometime
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