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“Ingredients,” I snapped back. “One of my new chefs called in sick, and I just found out two of our shops are running low on multiple types of candy.”
He was silent for a beat.
I turned, continuing to go through cupboards. My shirt rode up to the middle of my back, so the man was getting a full-on view of my butt and the straps of my thong.
Sure enough, when I peeked over my shoulder, his eyes were on my backside.
I let him stare for a few more minutes before I turned my head entirely, and glowered at him. “Are you staring at my ass?”
His head jerked upward. “What? No. Email me a list. I’ll have whatever you need delivered in the next hour.” His voice was defensive.
Finally, I’d found his emotions.
If I had to put money on something, I’d bet he didn’t know I knew that I was his potential mate. That was kind of a tongue-twister, but it totally worked in my favor.
“If you’re going to force me to live here, we need to get a few things straight,” I said bluntly, turning my entire body to face him.
My hand landed on my hip, and his gaze dipped to my thong again for a heartbeat before it landed on my face again.
“You don’t get to kiss me. You definitely don’t get to grab my ass while you kiss me. You don’t get to stare at my ass, either. Got it?”
“That won’t be a problem.” His voice smoothed out, the emotion drying up again instantly.
“I’m picking up the rest of my shit today, after I stop at the grocery store for ingredients myself. I’m choosing a new bedroom too. Since I’m living here, I’ll be making myself at home.”
“Fine.” His word was clipped. “You don’t go anywhere without me from here on out.”
“Great. I love having a grumpy, handsy companion,” I drawled. “Oh, and one more thing. If you ever leave my side, I’m going to go wherever I want and do whatever I want. It’s nothing personal, but—well, actually, itispersonal, since you rudely interrupted me at the club last night. Fuck you for that, by the way.”
His jaw clenched.
I flashed him a smile. “Great talk. I’m leaving in twenty minutes. Be in your Hummer, or don’t be. I’m taking it either way.”
When I strode out of the kitchen, I could feel him staring at me.
“Eyes off my ass, bastard,” I called over my shoulder.
He swore under his breath, and I grinned to myself as I headed back up the stairs.
Sebastian was going towishhe had gotten to the club too late to stop me from turning.
But Anastasia was right—knowing I was his potential mate made me feel powerful as hell.
I puton one of my short, flowy floral dresses, despite the cold outside, and stepped into my combat boots. The zippers went up, then I started opening doors upstairs, looking for a hallway closet that might have medical supplies in it.
Sebastian stepped out of a room at the end of the hallway I was in, and his eyes narrowed when he saw me.
I glared at him, closing the door I’d been looking inside.
“What are you doing?” His voice was back to neutral.
“Trying to choose a room. None of them have any color.” I stepped up to the next door, peering inside.
It was almost identical to the last.
“I paid a decorator to buy everything,” he said, his voice edging on defensive again.
“So you don’t like it either?” I closed the door, moving to the next one and tugging it open.
