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Well, she couldn’t let it. She’d been through an awful lot in her twenty three years, and she’d always managed. This was no different. She would turn this situation to her advantage, and make sure she built enough protection for herself into their dynamic.
He was an amazing lover, but there was no love there.
He was using her body, because it was appealing to him.
He would tire of her.
And she would leave.
Without a backwards glance. She cleared her throat and forced a bright smile to her face.
CHAPTER FOUR
“I hope you feel you’re getting value for your money.” Her eyes flashed with a silent challenge. He reached for his shirt and pulled it on, then his pants. Once dressed, he placed two wine glasses down on the marble kitchen top and slowly, predatorily, walked towards her. “Oh, we haven’t even begun yet,” he promised, pulling her roughly to his chest and hooking his hands behind her back. “Are you hungry?”
She bit down on her lip and nodded.
“Good. What would you like?”
She laughed unsteadily. “What do you have?”
He frowned. “Nothing. I order in. What would you like?”
“You order in every meal?” She shook her head. “That’s terribly wasteful, and awful for your health, to boot.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a health nut,” he groaned, but a smile was playing on his lips.
“I like whole foods,” she drawled. “And meals that aren’t saturated in hydrogenated vegetable oils.” She sighed exaggeratedly. “What are the options?”
“I don’t think you understand. You tell me what you want, and my man will get it.”
She looked at him as though he was speaking Martian. “So if I said I wanted… I don’t know… pineapple and salmon sushi, you could get it?”
His expression was sceptical. “Is that even a thing?”
“No.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem.” He frowned. “Is that what you want?”
“No!” She laughed, pressing a hand into his shoulder. “Yuck.”
“It was your concoction.”
“What about a burger?”
“A burger?” It was his turn to look at her as though she’d lost her mind.
“Yep. And fries. No. Onion rings. No. Both.”
He pulled a face. “I thought you were afraid of vegetable oil?”
“I can’t think of a single take out option that doesn’t have vegetable oil. Next time I see you, I’ll bring groceries. Tonight, a burger will be fine.”
He shook his head. “Cooking would be a waste of your energy. Let my security guy know what foods you find acceptable and he’ll arrange the suitable menus.” He called his security agent and placed an order, then disconnected the call. “Wine?”
It was all so easy for him. Any food she wanted, he would arrange. How unusual it must be to live in such a way, without worrying about what things cost and where they would come from. He was looking at her expectantly, so she nodded. “Sure.” She watched as he poured two measures of a robust looking red wine.
“With the exception of my cousin Karina, you’re the first woman I’ve known who hasn’t run and hidden in fear from food like burgers.”
