Chapter 8

Ava didn’t feel even a bit self-conscious as she wolfed down the food on her plate. It hit the spot—all the spots. She was sure she moaned as the juicy steak went down her throat. It was better than any steak she had ever eaten. Okay, maybe this guy had the right idea by getting his party catered. She was a convert. She peeked at him from under her cap and found him watching her, tracking her movements. Like the wolf he was. She suddenly remembered where she was as she looked around for a napkin. But there was no point. She was still eating; it was inevitable that it would go all over her face.