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His gaze darkens when he looks up at me. “Of course I did. I’m not totally heartless.”
I wish I had the balls to say,Prove it.
But I hold the words back.
Archer
You’re staying here with me tonight.”
I don’t bother asking after I’ve downed my third slice of pizza prepared by the hotel’s gourmet chef. She’s staying with me whether she likes it or not.
We’re sitting in the dining area of the suite. The table is small, giving me the perfect excuse to sit close to her. Her scent lingers in the air, the warmth of her presence easing my earlier tension despite her obvious reluctance to come here.
And her obvious reluctance to agree to my plan. I know she still feels this way without her having to say a word. I can read her. I’ve always been able to.
Ivy picks at her food. “You’re kidding, right?”
Christ. The woman throws up roadblocks every chance she can get. “Hell no, I’m not kidding. It’s late. I don’t want to make the trek across town this time of night. You can stay in one of the other bedrooms. I swear I won’t make a move.” I scrub a hand across my cheek, my frustration mounting.
Clearly, Ivy has no plans on making this easy.
“Did you plan this too? Bringing me here tonight? Forcing me to stay?” Lifting her head, her gaze meets mine, her expression almost pained.
God, she exasperates me. “Of course I didn’t.”
“Seems like you did.”
“Are we really going to go round and round about this?” I wipe my hands with a napkin, wad it up, and throw it on my plate. “You hardly ate.”
She shrugs. “I wasn’t that hungry.”
“So your growling stomach lied? I ordered all of your favorite foods.” She used to gorge herself on junk when she was a teen. We all did. Hell, I still do. I also work out like crazy, so I can afford the occasional indulgence.
A sigh escapes her. “I haven’t eaten this type of food in years.”
“You used to.”
“Back when I was a teenager and didn’t need to watch everything I eat,” she retorts, irritation flaring in her eyes.
I let my gaze slide over her. Damn, she’s hot. With a killer bod and curves in all the right places. Places I wish I could explore again with my hands. Or even better, explore with my mouth. “One night isn’t going to kill you, Ivy.” I’m tryingto tempt her, since all she has to do is sit there. I’m beyond tempted to jump her and show her how much I need her.
But not yet. I have to be patient, even if it kills me.
“I’ll have to run extra hard if I bother eating one of those mozzarella sticks.” She eyes the plate I specifically ordered for her, her tongue darting out to lick her upper lip. They’d been a weakness in her past.
“You run?”
“On a treadmill. At the gym.” She shrugs.
“Come on, live a little.” I push the plate toward her.
“Are you going to taunt me like this the entire two weeks we’re together?” She arches a brow and I smile at her in answer.
I don’t want her scared of me. Or worse, angry.
She plucks the mozzarella stick from her plate, dunks it in ranch dressing, and takes a huge bite. Watching her eat pleases me for some weird reason. Pleases me even more that she spoke about our being together in a positive light.
“You deserve to cut loose and have a little fun every once in a while, you know. All work and no play makes Ivy a dull girl.”
