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Chapter Five
Kingston nudged thedumplings back toward me. “If you keep eating rabbit food, you’ll damage those curves.”
I clenched my jaw. Jokes about my weight were at the top of mythings I hatelist. Go figure. But that wasn’t what he’d done.
He was watching me with alookagain—one that set my blood on fire. The fooddidsmell good, but I didn’t like that they’d ordered for me when I told them not to. “I’m good with the salad. Now you have leftovers for later.”
“No fridges in our hotel rooms,” Owen said. “The food stays with you unless you want it to go to waste.”
They were backing me into a corner, the way they kept trying to do with buy-out negotiations. And I wasn’t making a big deal out of this. I moved the box to sit outside my arm. I’d have Violet take it home or something. “Fine.”
I plucked cucumber slice from my salad and nibbled it far longer than I needed to. The dumplings looked good and smelled better. Why did they have to force my hand?
Kingston wielded his chopsticks with ease as he took a bite of food. His groan was a low, throaty rumble that sent pleasant shivers racing over me.
Own was using a spoon, and his moan was just as tempting. “You’re right. This is incredible.”
Jerks. They were doing that on purpose.
“I know you’re not hungry”—Kingston sectioned off another bit on chopsticks—“but you have room for one bite.” He held the food out.
I could eat that and be delicate, and then we could drop the entire conversation. I leaned in and took the food offering. As I licked my lips, I earned another groan. I was going to bake under the intense heat of Kingston’s gaze.
I must have been bright red as I turned back to my salad. It didn’t look as appetizing now that I had the other flavors on my tongue, but this was about pride and proving a point.
“Would you like another bite?” Owen teased his fork near me.
This was just mean. “I’m fine.”
“You look a bit put out.”
“But you still lookfine,” Kingston said. “I’ll agree with that.”
The flirting was going to get old. It hadn’t yet, but I was sure it would. “I’m not that girl.”
“What girl?” Owen put his spoon down.
