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He turns to look back at me, and his eyes dip down to my hand clutching him. “I just wanted to say …” My mouth goes dry.What the fuck am I doing? What do I want to say?
“Yes,princess?” His eyes hover over my lips.
“I just wanted to thank you, for rescuing me. I was a bit of a bitch…”
He cocks a brow. “A bit?”
“I’d been starved for a week, in my defense.”
His eyes soften ever so slightly. “Dinner is at eight, I’m sure Maurice has informed you.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’m beat, so I’m probably just going to…”
His eyes grow fierce in the blink of an eye.Here we go.It’s like I should know better than to defy him. “It’s not a request, Katiya. I always eat at the table, and you will join me, understand?”
As I take my hand back sharply, because for some unknown reason, I’m still holding onto him, when the top of my robe flops open.
I quickly shove it closed, but as my eyes meet Marco’s face, I see that he’s staring down at my chest.
He saweverything.
He swallows hard, his eyes drag their way back up to mine. I don’t know what he’s going to do, so I’m surprised when he reaches to my face and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
It’s a strange sensation coming from him. It’s actually…gentle.
It isn’t something I thought Marco would be capable of.
Neither of us move.
I don’t know what he’s feeling but my desire flairs.
Just as I think I’m brave enough to reach out to him, he steps back and away from me.
Just like that, the fire fizzles out, and he’s back toMr. Serious Broody Castle Owner.
“Eight sharp,” he informs me, turning on his heel as he leaves.
12
MARCO
To sayI’m not in the greatest mood is an understatement.
Even seeing Katiya’s bare skin, with her robe wide open, hasn’t shifted me to being Mr. Nice Guy.
If anything, I’m even more frustrated.
I already know she’s fucking gorgeous, but my inner turmoil has gotten the better of me.
When I see a woman I desire, and she desires me in return, I take it.
I take the fucking lead.
But I can’t with her.
Clearly, I’m not thinking with my head, well, not the one on my shoulders anyway.
Would I usually demand someone to dine with me? Absolutely not.
