The Plot Bunny Read Free

tried sending Dury away and locking him out. He'd tried abandoning him in a mall and fleeing the scene like one would do with a now unwanted animal. Nothing worked. Dury always showed up back at Luc's apartment, making himself comfortable in Luc's home and life.
    Two days had passed in a whirlwind and Luc was going out of his mind. How in the world had he fallen into the clutches of a lunatic? He couldn't take it any longer. He needed to do something, lest he lose it completely.
    Angrily, Luc stomped to the kitchen. He was met by a flurry of enticing aromas and the sound of a soft hum. Luc froze in his tracks as he watched Dury move through the room. A pot of some sort of stew brewed on the stove and the distinct smell of cake floated from the oven. As he stirred the stew, Dury danced to a tune only he heard, his hips swaying seductively and his pert little ass wiggling. Luc suppressed a groan. Be strong. You can beat this. Get a grip.
    He cleared his throat and leaned against the wall, watching his new housemate closely. Dury threw a gaze over his shoulder. "Just in time. Come on. Come taste this. I want to know if it needs more salt."
    Luc tried to force himself to speak out, but the words just didn't come, not when Dury watched him with that sweet, expectant look on his face. Before he knew it, Luc obeyed and joined his house guest next to the stove.
    Beaming at him, Dury took out a spoon of stew and blew on it to cool it down. "Careful," he said. "It's hot."
    Luc nodded. As Dury offered him the spoon, their gazes met and held. Luc could swear Dury blushed. The beautiful light in Dury's green eyes drew him like a moth to the flame. As the spoon nudged his lips, he opened his mouth, still lost in Dury's green gaze.
    Unfortunately, the spell of Dury's eyes rendered Luc unable to think about anything else—which translated to him drinking in the mouthful of stew with no caution whatsoever. He only realized it when the hot spicy food hit his taste buds, scorching everything in its path.
    Instantly, Luc recoiled and started coughing as his mouth protested the assault. "Fuck. Water. Water."
    He leaned against the counter, trying to regain his breath. A glass of liquid appeared in front of him and Luc gladly snatched it. As he gulped down the heavenly manna, the burn started to recede, leaving behind only the pleasant taste of the delicious stew. Damn it. Why did Dury have to cook such spicy stuff?
    Fury and frustration swept through Luc. He hadn't come to the kitchen to be a cooking aid. "That's it," he growled at Dury. "You're out of here."
    Dury's beautiful eyes widened. "But I haven't helped you with your book yet."
    " Exactly, " Luc shot back. " So far the only things you ' ve done are cook food with too much pepper and fill my drawers with your own clothes. " And give me a hard-on that won ' t go away , he mentally added. " If anything, " he continued to rant out loud, " you ' re making it worse. You ' re not casting away my writer ' s block. "
    "That's because you don't believe," Dury shot back. "You spend your time trying to come up with ideas to get me out of here instead of appreciating my help."
    Luc crossed his arms over his chest and snorted. "And what do you expect me to do? Some random guy pops up into my life, claims he's my muse—"
    "Plot bunny," Dury interrupted.
    "—and makes himself at home in my apartment," Luc continued undeterred. "Excuse me if I'm not exactly thrilled."
    Dury's eyes filled with tears. "So you think I'm a liar just trying to mooch off you?"
    Luc opened his mouth to say yes. He tried to harden his heart, but the sight of Dury's tears simply tore him apart. God, he couldn't allow himself to be manipulated by a pretty boy who could cry on command, even if said pretty boy had incredible eyes, luscious lips, and a body to die for. Instead of keeping to his resolve, though, Luc found himself something else entirely. "Fine. If you prove to me that you really are a plot bunny, I'll let you