Elite (Eagle Elite, #1)

by Rachel Van Dyken

I knew I wasn’t supermodel gorgeous, yet being with him didn’t make me feel insecure. Instead, it made me feel like I could do anything. If he told me I could be a rock star, I just might believe him.

It was scary when someone’s presence had more than enough power to alter the way you felt about yourself. What could happen if you lost yourself in that person? Would you disappear, or would you just mold yourself into how they viewed you?

I liked that he expected me to eat a lot. Maybe it was because he was Italian, or at least his last name said as much. Must be like our family, where not eating is a cardinal sin.

You feel sick? Eat. You feel tired? Eat. You feel happy? Eat.

“Who made the food?” I mentally patted myself on the back for my smooth subject change. “I did.” Laughing, I pushed him with my free hand while I took another bite and chewed. This time, I did not moan. I mean, I didn’t want the guy to die or anything. “You don’t believe me?” His eyes widened a bit, then narrowed. “You think I’d lie about something as important as food?”