Free Forget Me Not 1: DECEIVED by Liv Bennett Page B

this time?
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He walks around the table toward me and opens the fridge door. A pair of dark-colored silk boxer briefs are the only piece of clothing covering his body. I try hard, very hard not to let my eyes drop to his nakedness.
    “I just didn’t know if I was allowed to eat,” I try to explain with my chin trembling from the shock.
    “Of course you’re allowed.” There’s edge to his voice that I suspect isn’t rooted in my hesitation to eat, but something else.
    Then I suddenly remember Loraine’s text. The opportunity is not completely gone. I might have overslept, but I can still catch Kenneth and turn things around. If only I knew how I should bring up the topic of miscarriage without appearing as a traitor for giving away personal information about my boss.
    He grabs the heavy glass container with ease and sets it on the countertop. When he approaches the cupboard to get a plate for me, my eyes break free from my control and start inspecting the ripped muscles of his biceps and back. Oh, dear angels in heaven!
    I gasp while studying the details of the beauty in front of me and he abruptly cranes his head to look over at me.
    I cover my mouth and rip my eyes away from him. “Sorry. I’m just very hungry.” Not only for food, though.
    Pushing the plate with a fork on the counter top in front of him, he gestures to me with his head to indulge in the lasagna. I do just as he insinuates and take a huge piece of the delicious food and warm it up in the microwave, while all my senses are on high alert for Kenneth.
    He stands behind me, and naturally I can’t see what part of my body he’s looking at, or if he’s looking at me at all. Although the bathrobe I’m wearing is doing a great job covering my torso, it runs only mid-thigh and leaves most of my legs nude. There’s also the fact that I’m completely naked underneath. I wonder if that information has any effect whatsoever on Kenneth. It’d be easy to tell if I could just peek at his penis.
    Just the thought of his manhood makes me blush, how will I react if I try and take a look at it. It’ll take my shamelessness to new heights.
    I hear him pull a chair to the kitchen island and wonder why he cares to stay with me while I eat. Working hard to radiate a nonchalant vibe, I settle on the chair across from him and fork a piece of lasagna.
    “This is so good.” My eyes roll back in their sockets with delight. My muscles start relaxing as soon as I gobble down enough to stop my stomach from growling, and I almost forget about Kenneth’s presence only a few feet away from me.
    His low chuckle reminds me of the mission I should be focusing on rather than losing time on insignificant things, like appreciating a plate of heavenly deliciousness.
    “Thank you,” I mumble with my mouth full and watch his smile widen. “I didn’t get a chance to grab a bite. First the daycare, then the gynecology clinic, and then your office.”
    The smile on his face freezes and his eyebrows lift. “What gynecology clinic?”
    I cover my mouth with my hand, pretending to look panicked for giving away too much. “Mrs. Carter didn’t tell you about it?”
    He frowns and squares his shoulders, looking angry and impatient. “No.”
    “I don’t think I should talk about it if she didn’t want you to know about her appointment.” Dropping the fork on my plate, I bow my head to avoid his questioning eyes that’re boring into me with demands of an answer.
    “I have a right to know about her wellbeing,” he insists.
    I don’t move and keep my lips tightly pursed. The harder I make it for him, the more likely he’ll believe me when I spill the beans.
    “I’m your boss. I’m the one paying your salary. You report to me, not to her.”
    “She might fire me.” I break my silence and glance up at him with fearful eyes.
    “I won’t allow it.” He tries to sound reassuring, but if I was truly about to give away sensitive