Page 48 of The Wrong Wife


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I frown. "Indoors or outdoors."

"Either, as long as I’m on my own."

I scoff, "What do you want to do on your next vacation?"

“Climb Uluru.”

I blink. It must be a coincidence he mentioned one of the must-do’s from my bucket list.

“Something you’ve always wanted to experience?”

“Swimming with dolphins.”

I gape at him, then shake my head. Another coincidence, that’s all it is.

"Dark chocolate or white chocolate?"

"Bitter chocolate."

Of course, it’s bitter.I stifle a snort. "Pineapple on your pizza?"

"I hate pizza."

My jaw drops. "Who hates pizzas?"

He gives me that 'Knight look' which says, 'hurry up and get on with it, you’re wasting my time.'

"What is your hidden talent?"

The left side of his mouth curls. "Giving women orgasms."

Now, I do roll my eyes. "I walked into that one."

"You did." His smile widens, only a teensy bit. But it’s enough to light up his features. He looks younger, more innocent. Is this how he looked when he was younger? Before he went into the military? Before he was taken captive?

"Do you prefer to drive or be driven—" I raise a hand. "No, don’t answer that. What do you think about PDA?"

"What’s that?"

"Public displays of affection?"

"If you mean sex in a public place—"

I flush. "I don’t."

"But if you did, then, as you’re aware, I’m all for it."

Damn, he manipulated that question to his advantage. I need to think of something that he has no choice but to answer in a straightforward manner.

"What makes you angry?"

"People who waste my time," he growls in a pointed fashion.

"What makes you laugh?"

"You."

His eyes almost twinkled when he said that. I swear they did.

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