Too Far 01- Fallen Too Far

break the rules anymore with him. I was going to play by his rules. I’d be moving out soon enough anyway.
    “Smells good,” I replied
    “Get out two plates. I make some killer bacon.”
    I wished I hadn’t eaten the peanut butter sandwich now. “I’ve already eaten, but thank you.”
    Rush put his fork down and turned to face me. “How have you already eaten? You just woke up.”
“I keep peanut butter and bread in my room. I had some before I came out.”
    Rush’s forehead wrinkled as he studied me. “Why do you keep peanut butter and bread in your room?”
    Because I don’t want his endless stream of friends to eat my food. I couldn’t exactly say that though. “This isn’t my kitchen. I keep all my things in my room.”
    Rush tensed and I wondered what I’d said to make him mad. “Are you telling me that you only eat peanut butter and bread when you’re here? That’s it? You buy it and keep it in your room and that is all you eat?”
    I nodded, unsure why this was a big deal.
    Rush slammed his hand down on the counter top and turned back around to face his bacon while muttering a curse.
    “Go get your stuff and move up stairs. Take any room on the left side of the hall you want. Throw that damn peanut butter away and eat whatever the hell you want in this kitchen.”
    I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure where this reaction had come from.
    “If you want to stay here, Blaire then move your ass upstairs now. Then come down here and eat something out of my motherfucking fridge while I watch.”
    He was angry. At me?
    “Why do you want me to move upstairs?” I asked cautiously.
    Rush dropped the last piece of bacon onto a paper towel and turned off the gas stove top before looking back at me.
    “Because I want you to. I hate going to bed at night and thinking about you asleep under my stairs. Now I have the image of you eating those damn peanut butter sandwiches all alone in there and it’s a little more than I can deal with.”
    Okay. So, he does care about me in some capacity.
    I didn’t argue. I went back into my room under the stairs and pulled my suitcase out from under the bed. My peanut butter was inside. I unzipped it and pulled out the almost empty jar and the bag with four slices of bread left. I’d leave this in the kitchen and then go find a room. My heart was pounding in my chest. This had become my safe place. Being upstairs took away my seclusion. I wasn’t alone up there.
    Stepping back out of the pantry I walked over and put the peanut butter and bread down on the counter. I headed for the hallway without making eye contact with Rush. He was standing at the bar gripping the edges tightly as if he was trying to keep from hitting something. Was he considering throwing me back into the pantry? I didn’t mind staying in there.
    “I don’t have to move upstairs. I like that room,” I explained and watched his grip only tighten more.
    “You belong in one of the rooms upstairs. You don’t belong under the stairs. You never did.”
    He wanted me upstairs. I just didn’t understand his sudden change of heart.
    “Would you at least tell me which room to take? I don’t feel right picking one out. This isn’t my house.”
    Rush finally let go of the death grip he had on the counter and turned his eyes to meet mine. “The rooms on the left are all guest rooms. There are three of them. I think you’ll enjoy the view from the last one. It looks out over the ocean. The middle room is all white with pale pink accents. It reminds me of you. So, you go choose. Whichever one you want. Take it then come down here and eat.”
    He was back to wanting me to eat again.
    “But I’m not hungry. I just ate—“
    “If you tell me you ate that damn peanut butter again I am going to throw it through a wall.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Please, Blaire. Come eat something for me.”
    Like any woman on the planet would be able to turn that down. I nodded and headed for the stairs. I had a room to pick out.

    The first room wasn’t appealing. It had dark colors and the view was on the front yard. Not to mention it was closest to the stairs and the noise level from the parties would be hard to overlook. I went to the next room and the king size bed was covered in white ruffles and pretty pink pillows. A pink chandelier hung from the ceiling. It was very sweet. Not something I expected to find in Rush’s house. Then again his mother lived here most of the time.
    I opened the last door