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"Make a list of attributes my future wife should have. Then, use it to find someone for me by the end of the week."
She laughs. "You want me to make a list of attributes foryourfuture wife?"
"Don’t make me repeat myself."
She draws in a breath. "I have no idea where to start."
"How difficult can it be?"
"If it’s that easy, why don’tyoudo it?"
I scowl; she scowls back. My lips almost twitch at her show of defiance, but I manage to hide it. My Little Dove is learning how to hold her own. This makes things more interesting.
"Virgin."
"What?"
"She should be a virgin."
She scoffs, "Of course, she should. Not that you are, but she should be."
"She’s the mother of my future spawn; she needs to be untouched."
She stares at me. I skim a pen in her direction. She picks it up then, plants herself in the chair and begins to write. "Virgin, got it."
I frown. "Don’t sass me."
She widens her eyes at me. "Like I would dare."
My lips twitch again, and she stares. "OMG, did you smile? Did the big, bad, macho, scary alphahole forget to act all grumpy and growly and curve his lips?"
"Alphahole?" I blink.
Her cheeks redden. "Just a slip of the tongue, is all."
"I like it."
She rolls her eyes. "Of course, you’d take it as a compliment."
I lean further back in my chair. "Keep them coming."
"That’s it. That’s all you’re getting out of me." She pretends to zip her lips. "Also, you’re the one who should be speaking. It’s your list."
"And I pay you to do as I tell you, so why don’t you put down the attributes my wife should have?"
"Hmm, let’s see. Must be thick-skinned enough to put up with your crotchety temper, your general lack of politeness and your disagreeable nature. Must be meek and bow to your will. Must not have a single original thought of her own. Must do as she’s told at every turn." She peeks up at me from under her eyelashes. "How am I doing?"
"You forgot must bend over and let me fuck her whenever the need takes hold."
She swallows, and the pulse at the base of her neck speeds up. "You don’t mean that."
I raise a shoulder. "What’s the point of being married if there’s no sex-on-tap?"
"Why do you want to get married for that?" She tosses her blonde ponytail—yep, the woman has her hair tied up in a cheer-leader’s version of a hairstyle that has all that golden goodness fountaining down her back in a spring of curls, and fuck, if I don’t want to wrap it around my hand and tug her head back and bite down on the skin where her shoulder meets her throat and—
"You have enough women lining up and willing to let you into their beds for that." She scowls.
"Ah, but only my wife gets me bare-back. No barriers between us, just skin on skin, and the closest I’ll ever be to any woman."
