"What the hell are you doing here by 7 freaking a.m.? Don't tell me you came to pick me for class because today is fucking Saturday!"
"Thank you for inviting me in," Cole said, ignoring Raine's complaint. His fingers tenderly traced the line of her cheekbone and jaw before he placed his hand on her shoulder in a possessive gesture.
"What the fuck! Can you get off me? If your plan this morning is to complete our bond—news flash: over my rich, hot, dead body will I do that!"
Raine sighed and headed back to the kitchen, but Cole took hold of her hand and pulled her back.
"Okay, what games are you playing right now?" she asked aggressively. She felt her fists bunching at her sides.
"Make the breakfast. For two."
"Nope. I won't. I can't bring myself to make breakfast for someone that despises me with all his heart. Go ahead and get some from those fancy restaurants out there, but me cook something up for you? Nah!"
