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"I am not hungry. No." He shook his head as she stepped forward with the intention of taking it away. "Just leave it and close the doors on your way out."
Rising from behind the desk, he strode over to the cabinet to pour himself a drink. He was damned if he was going to call her.
And when he arrived home, they were going to have it out. Splashing the bourbon in the glass, he took a swallow before going back to the desk. He had work to do and was not going to allow her to distract the hell out of him.
There were times like this when he regretted how much power she had over him. Heaving out a sigh, he reached for the files he needed and engrossed himself in the details.
Taking out his phone, he stared at the screen where her picture, one he had taken on impulse of her with her chin propped on her palm, a big smile beaming forth, stared back at him as if taunting him.
Hissing out a breath, he put the device away and pressed the intercom. "Put the call through," he ordered as he shrugged away his troubles.
Chapter 4
She knocked off early so that she could go to the apartment and make herself presentable. The housekeeper was still there, putting the final touches to the pot roast she was making for dinner.
"I was thinking we would eat in the small dining room."
"I will get the fire going," the woman told her with a polite smile. It had been a year since she had been with Wade, but Remi had the feeling the woman was still not warming to her. Not that it mattered one bit. Wade wanted her here and that was good enough for her.
"Thanks. As soon as you set the table, you may be on your way."
The woman nodded, watching as Remi made her way upstairs.
She had some serious sucking up to do, Remi considered as she made her way into the bedroom suite and started shedding clothes. And it seemed to be a pattern. Stepping into the bathroom, she decided on taking a shower instead of her usual bath.
Stepping into the wide shower enclosure, she touched the button, stepped beneath the piping hot water and closed her eyes. There had been times in the past when all they had were cold showers.
Stingy ones because the bill had not been paid. Nights of just beans and rice and water to drink. Now she had a man who offered her every comfort money could buy and she was dicking around on him, snapping his head off.
Rubbing the scented body wash over her skin, she made a vow. From now on, she was going to do her best to be worthy of him and stop thinking of him as the enemy. Or that he was trying to control her.
He had not called her and she had stopped herself from calling him. What she had to say to him would be better said in person. She had no idea what his schedule was like and if he would be home for supper.
Turning off the water, she stepped out and grabbed a fluffy white towel.
She was in the middle of pulling on a sweater when he came into the room. Pulling the sweater down, she watched cautiously as he shrugged out of the charcoal pin-striped suit he had worn for work this morning.
"Hi."
"Hi." He barely gave her a glance as he went over to the loveseat to take off his shoes.
"I was thinking we could have supper in the small dining room."
He nodded and continued taking off his clothes. "I am going to take a shower. I will see you downstairs." Without looking at her, he walked away and into the bathroom.
"Shit," she whispered. It was bad, definitely bad, if he did not even greet her with a kiss. Standing by the dresser he had provided for her, she wondered if she should let him steam and go downstairs or force him to pay her attention.
The sooner the better, she decided with a firming of her shoulders. Taking off her clothes, she marched forward and into the bathroom. He had his head bent beneath the beads of water. Stepping behind him, she touched the button and squeezed some of the soap he favored into her hand.
It was when she started to rub his back, that he realized she was there. She felt when he stiffened and shifted away from her.
"That's not going to work. Not tonight," he told her coolly without turning to face her.
"I am trying here."
"Are you?" He punched at the button to turn off the jet and would have moved past her, if she had not stepped in his way.
"What are you doing?" His green eyes raked her face and she saw that he was careful not to look further down.
