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I distinctly remember her personal file—the gaps where no one really knew where she was for days or weeks. The negligence.
“You’ve been hungry.” I’m seriously pissed at the thought.
She simply shrugs it off. “Not for a long time.”
Good. And never again.
I force cheerfulness back into my voice. “Well, we could order a selection. I’ll pick a few of my favorites and we can share, tapas style.”
“This doesn’t look like the kind of place that servestapas style.”
I smirk and wink, raising a hand to call our waiter. “Wanna bet?”
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Idon’t take the bet against Marius; I’m not an idiot. He’s not the kind of person to say words like wanna bet without knowing that the odds are a hundred percent in his favor. Control freak.
They bring several platters of food and set them between us in the middle of the table, giving us empty plates so we can help ourselves.
Everything is gorgeous, picture-worthy perfect, and tastes even better than it looks.
I eat like I’ve never even seen food in my entire life, gorging on every morsel, and Marius doesn’t seem to mind one bit. If anything, he looks delighted.
I honestly thought he was bringing me here for sordid reasons; knowing him, I would have expected to be tied up somewhere. Instead, I’m pleasantly full, and sipping wine so smooth and delicious I don’t ever want to see a bottle of cheap chardonnay again.
So this is how the other side lives. I can’t deny I see the appeal. I should enjoy all of it while I have access to it.
When I've eaten as much dessert as I can before exploding, I finally make myself ask, “So, why did you bring me here?”
“To fuck you,” Marius says, without even a hint of shame. “But that can wait. I imagine you’re a little too full for the type of exertion I have in mind right now.”
I flush. “You fucked me an hour ago, remember? At work. In front of a bunch of strangers.”
He’s such a fucking asshole.
He shows me all his teeth, smiling broadly.
“Oh, I remember. But let’s not pretend a quickie’s all you or I crave.”He’s unapologetic about his deviance, wearing it proudly, like a badge of honor. "Go on. Tell me you're completely satisfied." He leans in. "Earlier only served to whet your appetite, your highness. You want more, don't you?"
I roll my eyes. "Sure. You kidnapped me to satisfymydesires."
I don't acknowledge the fact that I am not protesting much. Belly full of delicious food and wine, contemplating another bite of strawberrytartlet, I make for a poor excuse for a captive.
He's much stronger than me, and he's on his turf; everyone here would back him if he wanted to do something to me. What's the point in fighting a losing battle? But in truth, if I didn't want to be here, I'd attempt to run. Instead, I sip more wine.
"Well, not quite," Marius admits. "But by luck, yours happen to align with mine."
Thepresumptuousass. "Don't pretend you know anything about whatIwant."
He snorts out loud, seeming to find my words highly entertaining. "Right. It's not like I make you come every time I want to or anything."
I flush, and lie through my teeth. "I faked it."
His smirk turns wolfish as his eyes flash with something a little too vicious for me to ignore. It's gone before I can blink, but it makes me tremble, and swallow my saliva.
"Well, in any case, I think we both enjoyed the food far too much for me to prove otherwise just yet." He sets hiscutlerydown at an angle on his plate before standing up, offering me a hand. "Let's head to the spa."
