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"But you must have hated it. Isn’t that why you ran from it?" A second waiter materializes with a carafe of water. I hold out my hand and take it from him, then fill her glass. I push it toward her. "Drink."
She tilts her head.
"You need to drink at least a liter of water a day."
"How do you know I don’t?"
"You were locked up in your room all day, and I didn’t see any water on your desk, either. I’ll ask the staff to ensure you have water in your room."
"Have you always been this bossy?"
"What do you think?" I smirk.
"That you love getting your own way?"
I reach for my own glass of water and take a sip.
"And when you don’t, you manipulate things until they fall in exactly the pattern you like."
"The only pattern I like is the one where you are at the center of it. Preferably without any clothes."
She draws in a sharp breath.
I lean forward in my seat. "And spread-eagled and tied so that you can’t move an inch as I tear into your pussy."
Color flushes her skin. She squeezes her fingers around her water glass. "Jesus." She swallows. "I thought you didn’t want to consummate the marriage."
"My exact words, if you will recall, were that we don’t have to consummate the marriage; not unless you want to."
She firms her lips. "And I told you, I don’t want to."
"Only, I don’t believe you."
41
Olivia
"Better believe it." I squeeze my thighs together. If I look down at my sweater, I’m sure I’ll find my nipples outlined through the fabric. I am not going to sleep with him again. No. It’s just, when I’m sitting opposite him, in this gorgeous place, with his gaze fixed on me, and those seductive words coming out of his mouth, I’m not sure about anything anymore.
Maybe I should say fuck it and fuck him. And then what? Consummate the marriage and walk into his trap? That’s exactly what he wants. It’s why he didn’t push me about the sleeping together part before we got married. It’s why he came to London with me. He knew, once we were together, under the same roof—under his roof—he’d find a way to seduce me. And he doesn’t have to do much, except sit there and smolder at me. All he has to do is narrow his gaze on me, and I’m a goner. And once he starts talking dirty, I have no chance. But I am going to fight this attraction to him. I am not going to give in to him.
I drain my glass of water and place it on the table with a thump.
"Thirsty?" His smile grows wider.
Asshole knows exactly the kind of effect he has on me.
"Aren’t you?" I ask sweetly.
As if I’ve summoned him, the waiter arrives with our drink orders. Thank God. I grab the cocktail, thankful I have something to hold on to.
Massimo raises his tumbler of whiskey."Salute,"he drawls. "To our future together."
"May the best person win." I clink our glasses together.
"I always win," he replies with complete authority.
"You’ve never competed with me before," I scoff.
