I smirked. “Scrabble?”
“It’s a board game.”
“I know what it is. I just don’t make time to play games unless they benefit me.”
“Scrabble would broaden your vocabulary. That would benefit you.” She gave me a sassy smile that made my dick twitch.Madonna Mia, I was so obsessed with this woman.
“I have to work today, but I promise we will spend time together tonight. I have a meeting soon, so pick a bodyguard. I’ve selected three I approve of and trust most.” I slid the tablet across the desk. I counted the freckles on her cheeks as she studied the profiles.
“So Big Toni, Bald Toni, or Serial Killer Toni. I’m spoilt for choice.”
I laughed. “They aren’t all called Toni. The name Toni at the top is from my head of security, Antoni. He sent the profiles.”
She shrugged. “None are good enough.”
I frowned. “They are my most skilled men. Any of them would be good enough.”
“They aren’t hot.”
I tensed, jealousy pounding through my veins.
“If I have to spend a considerable amount of time with another man, I at least want him to be pretty to look at.”
My fists clenched around the leather arms of my chair as I tried to hold back my bite.
“You’re a married woman.”
“Not by choice.”
I growled. “They aren’t there to look pretty. They are there to keep you safe.”
“Like Damiano?”
“These are my men. It’s different.”
“How?”
“They know that if they touch you, it will be the last thing they ever do.”
She stared at me, lifted her chin, and sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with Big Toni. Size matters, right?”
I glared, pulling the tablet from her hand. What the hell was going on with her? One minute, she was blushing and cute; the next, bratty and argumentative. It's like she woke up with a personality transplant this morning, but I liked a woman who kept me on my toes, so could I really complain?
“Come here.” I pushed back from the desk, giving her enough room to move between me and the table. She froze, a flicker of nerves sparking in those big blue eyes. There she was. “Don’t ignore me,Ribelle. Or you know what will happen.”
She swallowed, then moved towards me, stopping between my open legs. I looked her up and down, my tongue rolling over my teeth, before grabbing her hips and lifting her onto the surface in front of me.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as I slid the chair back in, wrapping my arms around her waist and nuzzling my face into her stomach.
“You said you were bored. You want to look at a pretty man? You can watch your husband between your legs.”
She snorted. “Modest. And no, I said your apartment was boring.”
“I’m making it more interesting, aren’t I?” I lifted her sweater up her stomach and kissed her skin, dipping my tongue into her belly button and making her squeal.
“Stop!” she laughed, pushing my head away until I looked up at her.
“Do you really want me to stop?” I husked, slipping my fingers into the waistband of her joggers and gliding them along the elastic. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes filling with desire and torment, my favourite combination. “Or would you prefer to touch me?”
