Free There's no place like HOME (Emma Frost Book 8) by Willow Rose

had told her he liked carrot cake, and that he missed eating carrot cake. So she decided to bring one to him. That would give them something to do while visiting, in case they ran out of subjects to talk about. Louise feared that awkward silence more than anything. It always made her feel so insecure. She never knew where to put her hands when she was insecure.
    She put the cake on the small wooden table in front of her. There was a gray bench against the wall. It was as long as a bed, and was padded. Louise wondered if that was for when a prisoner had many visitors, since it could fit a lot of people, but in the letter they had told her there could be no more than three visitors at the same time.
    The door opened and Louise gasped. Two officers, or guards, or whatever they were called, escorted Bjarke inside. Louise rose to her feet.
    The door closed behind him, and the guards disappeared.
    They were alone.
    Louise’s heart was pounding in her chest. There he was. Right in front of her stood Bjarke Lund. The man she had watched over and over again on her TV screen. The man the entire world outside of these thick walls called a dangerous psychopath.
    He was looking at her. It made her nervous. Then, he smiled.
    “Finally, we meet,” he said.
    Her eyes met his. They were even deeper brown that she thought. She had always loved a man with brown eyes. He looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive. It made her feel special. This was the man everyone was talking about. Here he was. Here he was with her. Not with some beautiful tall model or actress, no, with her. With Louise.
    His hungry look made her giggle.
    “I’ve brought cake,” she said.
    “I thought I smelled something good.”
    Louise laughed awkwardly. “You want some?”
    “Sure do.”
    They sat at the table. Louise broke off a piece of the cake with her fingers and handed it to him. He took a big bite and closed his eyes.
    “Oh, my God. I had forgotten how delicious carrot cake is. Oh. It’s wonderful. Thank you so much for bringing this. You’re my saving angel, aren’t you?”
    Louise giggled again. “You told me you missed eating carrot cake, remember?”
    Bjarke nodded with a smile. “I do remember that. Guess I’m just not used to people listening to what I have to say.”
    His face turned serious. Louise knew why. It was so unfair that they didn’t listen to him. He had told her over and over again how they had judged him beforehand, because of the story with his mother, and there was nothing he could do to change their opinion of him. He was falsely convicted, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. He had to accept the facts.
    It’s all about making the best of what life hands you , he wrote in one of his letters.
    Louise didn’t agree. She thought he should fight for his freedom. But he had told her when they spoke on the phone that it was no use.
    “Unless they can find someone else to blame for this, unless someone else confesses to have done this, and can prove it, then I’m pretty much stuck here.”
    Now, sitting in front of him in this small room, Louise wanted so badly to do just that. She wanted to help him get out.
    Once he was done with his cake, Bjarke grabbed her leg under the table and pulled her closer. Louise shrieked. He put his face close to hers. She could smell his breath. She could feel his beard against her skin. She breathed hard.
    “My God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
    He stared at her intensely, while his hand climbed up under her skirt and touched her panties. “I dream about you every night, Louise. I have to have you. I have to taste you.”
    Louise gasped for breath. Never had a man spoken to her in this way before. To her surprise, she realized she liked it. She enjoyed every word, and what it made her feel.
    “I dream about you too,” she managed to say.
    “I want to take you on that bench right now,” he said. “We’re allowed