dips the
head into the hollandaise.
“Eat this,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.
I willingly comply.
“You really don’t eat enough. You’ve lost weight since
I’ve known you.” His tone is gentle.
I don’t want to think about my weight; truth is, I like
being this slim. I swallow the asparagus.
“I just want to go home and make love,” I mutter
disconsolately. Christian grins.
“So do I, and we will. Eat up.”
Reluctantly, I turn back to my food and start to eat.
Honestly, I’ve taken my panties off and everything. I feel
like a child who has been denied candy. He is such a
tease, a delicious, hot, naughty tease, and all mine.
He quizzes me about Ethan. As it turns out, Christian
does business with Kate and Ethan’s father. Hmm . . . it’s
small world. I’m relieved he doesn’t mention Dr. Flynn or
the house as I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on our
conversation. I want to go home.
The carnal anticipation is unfurling between us. He’s so
good at this. Making me wait. Setting the scene. Between
bites, he places his hand on his thigh, so close to mine, but
still doesn’t touch me just to tease me further.
Bastard! Finally I finish my food, and place my knife
and fork on the plate.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and those two words hold so
much promise.
I frown at him. “What now?” I ask, desire clawing at
my belly. Oh, I want this man.
“Now? We lea一ve. I believe you ha一ve certain
expectations, Miss Steele. Which I intend to fulfill to the
best of my ability.”
Whoa!
“The best . . . of your a . . . bil . . . ity?” I stutter. Holy
shit.
He grins and stands.
“Don’t we ha一ve to pay?” I ask, breathless.
He cocks his head to one side. “I am a member here.
They’ll bill me. Come, Anastasia, after you.” He steps
aside, and I stand to lea一ve, conscious that I am not
wearing my panties.
He gazes at me darkly, like he’s undressing me, and I
glory in his carnal appraisal. It just makes me feel so sexy
—this beautiful man desires me. Will I always get a kick
out of this? Deliberately stop
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