Make Me: An Erotic BDSM Romance Read Online Free PDF

sorted. I should try to make up some of the work on the weekend, of course. Sympathy only stretches so far, after all. Still, long weekend!
    Gotta pee. Reluctantly I slide out of bed and grab my duffel bag. Might as well shower while I’m at it.
    It’s huge. His bathroom, I mean. Matching sinks, mirrors, lights and cabinets on opposite sides. Beyond them, a small step down into a tiled area with two shower heads to the right and a raised tub on the left, large enough for two. Looks like it has jets.
    The bath is tempting, but I don’t want him to have to wait for me if he wakes up, so I strip and get clean, cranking the water up to near scalding. Good pressure, too. Strips the dirt right off the skin.
    There’s a big pile of soft, fluffy towels on one of the counters, so I grab one and dry off before putting on fresh clothes. I’ve just come out of the bathroom when the doorbell rings.
    Do I get it? Haven’t seen sign of Gabriel, so I guess. Why not? Could be important. I open the door and find myself face to chin with Vivian.
    She totally gets the wrong impression. It’s obvious in her face, how her eyes go wide before she frowns. Should probably tell her what the deal is, but can’t quite bring myself to.
    “Eh... hi. Is Gabriel here?” She chews her lip. Trying to figure out what’s going on, maybe?
    “He’s still asleep. I can take a message if you want.” Hah! That felt good. I’m horrible.
    “Oh right, he does love to sleep in, doesn’t he? Do you sleep over often?”
    Real subtle, Viv. “Only when it’s practical.” Chew on that.
    “Okay.” Her tone told me it wasn’t. “Well, I was hoping to speak with him about a few things, but I guess I’ll come back another time.” She makes as if to leave, then turns back. “Here, take these. I bought them for us, but there are way too many for just me. Why don’t you guys take them? They’re his favorite, but I’m sure you know that already.” She hands me a bag, then walks off down the hall, flinging her red hair back and wiggling her ass all the way. I make a face at her back and shut the door.
    The bag’s full of cruller donuts. Seriously? Totally doesn’t seem like his style. Kinda mine, though. My stomach rumbles. No. Let’s see what he’s got. Donuts for breakfast sounds good, but I’m not letting ice queen Viv feed me.
    The fridge is pretty sparse. Guess he orders in a lot. There’s a loaf of bread going old, though. Eggs, butter, some maple syrup. The solution’s obvious. I even find some cinnamon in a cabinet. Some bacon would’ve been nice, but no such luck. Fuck the donuts. I stuff them in the trash. Fuck Vivian.
    Why am I being so bitchy? I consider it while I mix up the batter. She’s snooty, but whatever. She’s pretty. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She turns me on, and I’m not even into girls. It’s not like Gabriel and me... well, that we’re a thing. I think. He’s so playful one minute, and then he’s all about it being only business.
    Fuck business, too. There’s something there, and I’m not the only one feeling it. I just have to convince him. Well, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I make enough French toast to feed an army. Knowing my luck, he doesn’t even like it. Well, more for me. So glad I picked something healthier than donuts. Right.
    Just as I slap the last two slices into the pan I hear noises from his room. A drawer opening, shutting. His door opens and he emerges, yawning. And wearing only a towel around his waist. I was too freaked out last night, but I eat him up with my eyes this morning. French toast isn’t the only thing I think about devouring.
    “Morning.” He blinks, as if just remembering why I’m there. “You okay?”
    “Good morning. And yeah, doing good. Thanks so much for last night. You may have literally saved my life. If there’s anything I can do, name it.” Anything. I’d repeat it out loud, but that would sound desperate.
    “Is that French toast I