Transforming Love (A Koning Clan Novel) Read Free Page B

idea. She looked at her body in the mirror. All she saw when she closed her eyes were images of Gryph touching her stroking her with his hands and his co c k. Her core clenched, and her breasts felt heavy. Maybe she just needed mo re to drink. Yeah , that was it.
         Jenny was snooping in the closet and found the softest robe she had ever seen. She de cided she wasn ’ t going to leave and would just eat at the c ute little table in the corner. So she p icked up the phone and dialed.
         “ Hello Miss Ko ning, what may I get for you?” a s weet, feminine voice answered.
         “ I ’ m not really sure. I ’ m very hungry, bu t I don ’ t know what you have.”
         “ Anythin g you wo uld like .”
         “ O-okay, May I please have some Belgian waffles with fresh strawberries an d whipped cream? Um, and… thick- cut bacon, four links of sau sage, and some chamomile tea?”
         “ Of course , Miss Koning, would you like anything else?” Jenny could hear t he woman's smile in her voice.
         “ May I have some fresh ly s queezed orange juice as well?”
         “ Yes , it will be de livered to your room shortly.”
         “ Thank you.”
         "My pleasure , dear."
         The phone went dead, and she was le ft to wait. She decided to investigate the room a little more. It certainly was quite beautiful. The bed was ex travagant and soft as feather, and t here were sculptures of animals in graceful poses. It felt like a dream. She was so tired and was about to dr ift off to sleep whe n a knock sounded at her door.
         She could smell the waffles and bacon, and h er stomach growled in anticipation. She couldn ’ t wait to indulge , so she ran to the door wit hout getting properly dressed.
         “ Oh, it ’ s you.” Her happin ess upset mom entarily by his handsome face.
         “ You sound disappointed. Should I take the food w ith me when I leave?” Gryph asked .
         “ N-no , please don ’ t, I would love for you to stay.” Jenny put on her best fake smile and motioned Gryph to place the tray on the little table. She would probably pass out if she didn ’ t eat soon, so she was willing to tolerate his presence, if she was able to eat a proper meal.
         Gryph shook his head and walked over and set down the overfilled tray. “ You have quite t he appetite for someone so scrawny. I do have to say the robe doesn ’ t do you justice.”
         Jenny clenched her fists and walked over to the table. “ I am not scrawny.” Could this m an be any more irritating? She sat down in front of the tray and removed one of the silver covers. It was her bacon and sausage. Her mouth watered, and she reached for a piece. Gryph beat her to it and p opped the whole slice of thick- cut bacon in his mouth. Ma ybe he could be more annoying.
         “ Hey , that was mine!”
         “ Just t rying to help you watch your figure.” He rolled his shoulders and reach ed for another piece of bacon.
         “ First , I ’ m scrawny, and now I ’ m fat. Clearly you have no knowledge of the difference. Now touch any more of my food and I will stab you with my for k.” She picked up her silverware to show how serious she was. If she could brand a calf, she coul d handle and overbearing male.
         Gryph threw his head back and laughed. It so unded raw and out of practice.
         She couldn ’ t help but smile. Steam filled the air as she lifted another lid. He watched her without expression. It was her waffles. They were beautifully displayed and looked as though they would melt in her mouth. She was ravenous , but because of her company she meticulously cut a piece of the g olden disk and used her fork to poke a ripe strawberry. Then she dipped it into the swirled whipped cream and sighed, utter perfection. She brought it to her mouth, closed her eyes, and savored all the delicious flavor s currently dancing her mouth.
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