Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
PATRICK
There’s a tension in my shoulders and a fury brewing in my stomach as Loop puts his hands on Elle.
I can clearly tell she’s uncomfortable and a primitive part of my brain urges me to rip his hand off her arm.
It calms slightly when she declines to go out with him for lunch but my stomach does a sickening flip at that terrible nickname.
I can’t help scoffing after the door closes.
“Ellie belly?” I could not imagine Elle would actually be okay with being called that, by someone that the Farm employs no less.
I look at Elle with a curious look and the most amazing thing happens, she chuckles.
She chuckles.
It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried. “No. Absolutely not, don’t ever think of using that name.
Ever.” A small smirk teases her lips before she catches herself—scowling to show how serious she is—and she points a finger at me in warning.
I raise my hands, acting like her finger is a weapon.
“I would never El…..anor.” I let the guess of her name slip out, taking on a teasing tone, hoping to keep this slight playfulness between us.
Elle narrows her eyes at me but it’s different than when we first met, a small bit of softness glittering in those beautiful brown orbs.
“You’re so wrong.”
“I’ll find it out one way or another.” I’m determined to learn her name.
I’d never use it, she hates it for a reason, and I would never intentionally do anything to make her uncomfortable.
I just want to know any and every thing I could about the middle Warren daughter.
I’d never experienced this type of pull towards another person and I didn’t see a reason to try and fight the possibility for friendship.
“No you fucking won’t.” She grumbles out.
I allow myself to take a moment to take in her outfit, she’s in her typical top and skirt combination but it’s more playful that what she usually wears.
A bright pink skirt hugs her hips and a small sliver of skin peaks out between the waistband of her skirt and the knot of her top.
Her shirt causes a surprised laugh to jump out of me.
Across her chest is written “Heavy Metal” with literal heavy metals dotted across the rest of her chest.
It’s so nerdy and not something I would expect of her but it works.
I can feel my pants tightening as my dick twitches to life, which is not okay. I take a step back from her, trying to keep my body under control.
SNAP!
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no.
I look down and see Elle’s glasses under my boots.
Crap on a cracker.