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“Only because you haven’t told me. I am an intelligent, educated woman. I think you’d find that—”
He swiveled in his seat to glare at her. “I didn’t invite you into this relationship so we could have conversations.”
“So it’s all about the fucking? You’re truly not interested in knowing me as a person at all?”
He ground his teeth. “You know it’s not like that. I did my best to show you that it’s not only about that. I treated you with romance and respect and—”
“And no fucking.” She pointed out.
“It doesn’t behoove you to use that word.”
She laughed. “Really? After all the seriously dirty things we’ve done, you’re bothered by me saying a word?”
“It’s about context.”
“Sometimes I think people seize on context as an excuse. ‘You took my words out of context,’ as if that changes the meaning.”
“What’s gotten into you? You’re not being yourself, Roo.”
“I’m Tilda, too. And this is also me.” Someone who might be tired of going for less than exactly what she wanted.
He scowled at his drink, not replying.
“Where are my eight maids a’milking, anyway?”
“I’ve decided against that.”
“Isn’t that breaking the rules?”
He leveled a glittering stare at her. “Maybe I’m changing the rules. It’s my game, after all.”
She tilted her head, studying him. “Are you doing a Madonna/whore thing with me? Is that why you’re picking on context—lady in the drawing room, whore in the bedroom?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Then why is it either romance or kink with you? Why no New Year’s Eve shenanigans in the waterfall pool?”
“You’d had your wax. I am considerate of such things.”
“I had it that day at your direction. Besides, why not force me to my knees and make me suck you off? We’ve done that before.”
“That is a sacred place to me.”
“So the kink is dirty.”
“Of course it’s dirty,” he flung back. “Do you think I do these things with my girlfriends?” He swept a hand at her, encompassing all they’d done.
“So this has been a vacation fling for you, too. Find a willing female and what happens in the Penthouse of Kink stays there.”
“That’s unworthy of you. You mean far more to me than that.”
“I didn’t at first. I was some stranger on the rebound who looked ripe for a sexual excursion.”
A muscle in his jaw flexed and he looked away. She continued pushing him.
“But then it changed, didn’t it? You wouldn’t talk to me about the problems with your work, to protect me, but to keep yourself as seeing me as someone more than to play kinky games with. Only it didn’t work.”
“Do you have a point, Tilda?”
