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“What are you doing?” I whirl as he takes off toward the kitchen.
“Making us breakfast.”
“But…” I hurry after him, my mouth falling open. “Why?”
“Because I’m hungry?” From over his shoulder, he flashes a knowing grin. “You must be, too.”
“I’m hungry,” I say, a frustrated growl rumbling in my throat, “for you.”
He pulls a carton of eggs from the refrigerator. “Until you spill the chancellor’s bullshit, you’re not getting me.”
“So this is your idea of punishing me?”
“Yep.”
Leaning against the center island, I watch him set the eggs on the counter. “You know, Liam also denied me in the name of punishment.” I shoot a glare at his back. “You should try something original next time.”
He turns around, nostrils flaring. “You don’t want to push me right now, princess. Not so long as you’re keeping secrets.”
“You know that’s not what I’m doing.”
“What you’re doing is distracting the shit out of me.” He nods toward the bedroom. “You should get ready for the day while I finish breakfast.” His tone makes it clear it’s not a suggestion. I let out a frustrated huff and stomp out of the kitchen.
So he thinks he can keep his hands off of me? Not if I have anything to say about it. After stripping, I step into the shower and flip the spray on.
Stubborn ass of a man.
The fact that he thinks he can punish me for anything, especially something out of my control—like being blackmailed into silence—makes me fume. I despise being caught in the middle of Liam and Sebastian’s tug-of-war. As I lather my hair and rinse, I recall how Liam said the two of them got along when they were younger. At the time, I let it go, every ounce of my mental energy spent on resisting his advances on that island.
But now it’s past time I discover the source of the vitriol between them.
I rush through my shower before rubbing a towel over my steaming skin, then I pull on a sheer robe and finger-comb my hair. A glance in the foggy mirror makes my heart skip a beat. Wiping the condensation away, I find the wild-eyed girl staring back, confident in her sexual appeal. Her cheeks are rosy, her towel-dried tresses intermingled with braids.
The expanse of flushed skin above her cleavage invites the caress of warm, male fingers. She’s temptation incarnate, sexier than I’ve ever seen her, the embodiment of seduction.
Wow, that girl is me.
I return to the kitchen, wondering how long it’ll take before he folds, and find him setting the table. He created quite the spread, with platters of seasonal fruit and waffles, garnished with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. He even set a bouquet of autumn roses and sunflowers in the middle of the table as a centerpiece.
“Perfect timing.” He pulls out a chair from the small table for two.
“Thank you,” I say, sliding into the offered seat.
His gaze falls on my dusty-rose nipples poking through the sheer material. “Jesus, Novalee.”
“What?” Hiding a triumphant smile, I cast innocent eyes at him. “You packed it in my bag, so I figured you wanted me to wear it.”
“Yeah, that was before I decided to keep my hands to myself.” He clears his throat before settling into the seat across from me. “I hope you’re hungry.” His lips quirk. “For food, I mean.”
I smile, a little smug for riling him up. “This looks amazing.”
“So do you.” His grin holds a hint of a smirk. “Good enough to eat.” He fills our plates with a sampling of everything. “Too bad I’ll have to settle for breakfast.”
“Yes, too bad.” I take a bite and lick the whipped cream from my lips. “Because I could be on my knees right now, enjoying something else while you enjoy your waffles.”
“Oh, that was a low blow, princess.”
“So is punishing me.”
