It’s too soon and totally not the time or place without her permission.
Her hand comes up and touches my face, she tries to say something and then a silver line of her tears breaks the powder soft surface of her skin.
“Hey… it’s alright. You fainted is all, when was the last time you had something to eat?” I ask her, patting her hand now to put her at ease.
“I… I’m not sure… I had lunch…” she mumbles.
“Today?” I ask her, glancing at my watch.
“Yesterday,” she says and I help her to sit up, putting another two pillows behind her.
“Tess, eating yesterday doesn’t count. Did you eat today?” I ask her firmly, but she’s sobbing again, making me feel terrible, but I need to know why she wouldn’t eat.
“I’m trying to… I need to…” she blurts out.
“You need to what?” I ask her again, thinking she might be about to throw up and reach for a bag.
“I need to lose weight!” she cries out, anger in her voice as she clamps her jaw down in frustration.
It’s my turn to feel mad now. I feel mad that someone so perfect, so beautiful and so fucking sexy should feel the need to starve themselves to the point of passing out.
I’m shaking my head in anger, but I’m not mad at Tess. I’m mad at the world that makes her think like that.
Mad at the plastic Malibu Barbie set that gives people like Tess the idea they’re less than perfect, when in fact she’s perfection itself.
“I want you to stay laying down here for a bit, okay?” I tell her, forcing myself to slide into camp leader mode.
I go to leave, to get her some fluids and something to eat, but she grips onto my hand, making me grunt aloud. Making me put my other hand over hers as she squeezes me tighter.
“Don’t go… please,” she whimpers.
“I’ll be right back.” I tell her, not going anywhere. “I need to get you something to eat and drink, then I think you can have a little nap.”
And I can go and drain my balls into the nearest lake, watching it overflow with what you’re doing to me.
“Just stay here for a bit first… please?” she asks and I pull up a seat and sit down next to her, pretending to let her hold my hand to make her feel better but actually needing to sit down now. The blood draining from my own body down to my dick is unbearable.
I stare over at her, and once she starts to drift off in a doze, which doesn’t take long. I brush some of the hair off her face and stand up to go get her something to eat and drink.
Her eyes are closed and there’s not a sound from anywhere, except the little rise and fall of her breath. Before I act on the impulse to kiss her, I turn and leave, striding out of the infirmary and over towards the mess hall and kitchen.
The whole camp’s so still, so quiet. I’ve been up here for a few days on my own but I’m only now noticing how quiet it really is now that Tess is here, now that we’re alone.
Easy tiger. I know you’re hot for her, but is she really gonna go for someone your age? You’re practically old enough to be her father.
I growl out loud, reminding myself that feeling like I’m eighteen again doesn’t make me eighteen again.
She probably has a boyfriend or something, they all do nowadays. I mean, look at her! She’s fucking perfect… of course she’d be taken.
“Then her boyfriend’s in for a nasty shock.” I hear myself snarling out loud as I prepare a baloney sandwich and water down some juice from the staff refrigerator.
I watch my hand reach for some meat on the bone and find myself gnawing on it, standing in front of the open refrigerator grunting and gulping like a wild animal. She’s stirred up the primal man in me, the alpha male.
The very thought of anyone else, anyone even looking at her…
I feel myself tensing up at the idea, knowing I’d have to do whatever it took to make sure she was mine alone if she does, or rather did have a boyfriend.
I can’t think like this, it’s unprofessional. Just get her some food and something to drink, let her rest and get on with your job dammit!
But I can’t just get on with my job, or my life anymore. The thought of Tess walking around on this earth, without me there by her side, to protect her. To please her?
It drives me wild to even consider it.
I must have her, she’s mine and I’m gonna claim her as my own if it’s the last thing I do.
I’ve eaten through a section of a joint of beef, breaking the bone with my hands as I stand there fantasizing about the unseen threat to my woman.
The woman I’m yet to claim.
Puffing out some air, I take some more in to calm myself down, wash up a little and resolve not to let anyone discover what I’ve done to a whole roast leg, which I know I’ll be eating for the rest of the week.
I have to get back to her. I feel almost weak at the thought of her being left alone.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tessa
Before I even open my eyes, I feel stupid. I cringe internally as I begin to wake up, remembering what just happened.
The bright glow of the overhead lights, the sterile smell of the infirmary and the sound of the paper sheet under me creaking tells me I didn’t dream this part.
I fainted and made a complete moron out of myself, crying to Sean within the first five minutes of getting here that I need to lose weight.
I groan.
No wonder he’s not here still, he’s probably gone off to call the head office and have them send someone a little less insane for the
