“Ah.” I put my spoon down. Another bite and my stomach may completely revolt altogether.
The day has been humiliating enough without adding to it by vomiting all over him.
Though, it would serve him right. Maybe he’d think twice about being a complete ass if he had to walk around with the stench of the chicken marsala lingering on his skin.
The mental image of it puts a small smile on my face.
“You seem to have fared well enough.” He drapes one arm over the back of my chair, twisting to look at me.
“I’m a big girl, Kaz. I’ve been able to feed myself just fine for decades now.”
His eyes travel over my shoulders then down the rest of me.
“You weren’t wearing this at the church.” He runs the tip of his finger over the neckline of my dress.
“No. I wasn’t.” I lean away, rejecting his touch.
“This is better than that thing you had on.”
“That thing was a family heirloom.” I don’t know why I’m defending that ugly gown.
No, that’s not true. It’s because he doesn’t get to insult me. Even if he’s correct, he doesn’t have the right.
“It should be burned.”
I jerk my chin up, raising my eyes to his. “Maybe you can destroy it, like my family. You’re good at that, destroying what you don’t like.”
His jaw clenches.
“Now isn’t the time for that conversation.”
“No? You don’t want to talk about how you killed my brothers?”
“You should stop now.” There’s a dense warning in his tone, but I ignore it and charge straight ahead.
“Okay, maybe you want to talk about those obscene vows you forced me to take in church. You should know that no matter what I said at that altar I will never bend to you. I will never see you as anything other than what you are.”
“What’s that?” He leans closer, that sexy scented aftershave of his that made my knees so damn wobbly last night enveloping me.
I blink, shoving away the memory of his tongue, his lips, his cock.
“A monster.”
He surprises me. Leaning back from me, he grins.
“I can be, yes.” He touches my cheek. “You should remember that when you decide to play games like you did last night.”
“What games?”
“What did you think you would do? Take me for a test ride? Maybe get me to like you enough that I might let you off the hook today?”
All words fly out of my brain.
He thinks I planned last night.
“You can’t possibly be that stupid.” I lean back in my chair, studying him.
The tension isn’t just in his jaw, it’s everywhere. He’s a grenade ready to blow.
