Taming The Alpha Female novel Chapter 9

{Delilah}

My eyes shot open when I felt a wet tongue on my face. I turned around and saw my dog waking me up.

“Good morning baby.” I don’t know who got him last night. May be Samantha. Why she is in my bed though? My guest room is empty. But then I remember Damon’s voice last night. Lucas licked me once again breaking my chain of thoughts.

“You missed mommy last night?” I petted him and he climbed on my bed. He snuggled in my arm, and I planted at least twenty kisses on his head, face, ears. He licked me back and snuggled. It was around nine, when I finally made it out of bed.

An equally sleepy Sam snoring on my pillow. I wrapped my friend in the warm blanket. My heart. Tying my hair, I went to the washroom, morning business. After doing the morning skincare, I had a big glass of water. I kissed Sam on her forehead and went to the kitchen.

I stopped abruptly at the gate, when I noticed someone familiar, from last night. It was Damon, shirtless. What a sight for sore eyes. I always get a sneak peek of how muscular he actually is. But right now, it was in front of me, served in a silver platter.

His back was huge, almost like a shield from Viking age. His lats and shoulder muscles were moving so effortlessly, as he was shuffling between different things on the stove. His shoulder was broader, and it was complementing the tiny waist he had.

He moved and blessed me with the view of his smooth chest. His eyes landed on my thighs and he licked his lips. He looked up and when his eyes landed on mine, he smiled. I looked down at his god-gifted abs. This man.

My thoughts were interrupted when Damon moved closer grabbed my hand. Placing it on his broad shoulder he smirked.

“Like what you see?”

“Love what I am feeling though.”

He grabbed my waist and brushed his lips on mine. I was shocked for a moment seeing him forgetting his limits, especially when Sam is here. I brushed off the worry, when he stepped back.

“What are you cooking?”

“Some pancakes, bacon and eggs.” He replied pouring a full ladle of pancake batter and spreading it evenly.

“Great.” Both of us felt silent, not knowing what to do. My lips still tingled with his mere touch. I decided to ask him a favour.

“I need your help. Will you meet my parents this Saturday as my—”

“Business partners.” He whispered while he flipped the last pancake perfectly. Blessed by the gods.

“Yeah?” I shrugged not knowing how to say it. I looked down at my feet as a sign of nervousness. I wanted to say so much more but couldn’t. He turned off the gas, and moved toward the island where I was standing. He grabbed me again by my waist and placed me on the top. My breathing became heavy.