My lips twitch. “Suit yourself. I’ll order for you. Hope you like Chinese.”
The way she licks her mouth tells me she does.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Arya
Nathan has made himself perfectly at home in my apartment.
Suit jacket gone and tie loosened, sleeves folded up to his elbows, revealing strong, veiny forearms with a light dusting of hair, he sits on my couch with his legs in a manspread.
The sight is straight from a woman’s wet dream.
I think I read somewhere…The sluttiest thing a man can do is slowly undo his cuff links and roll up his sleeves.
Witnessing it from a front-row seat, I can safely say it is correct.
I think I had a mini orgasm.
Now, he’s opening the paper bags and serving me lunch.
My poor heart can’t cope.
His mood shifts give me déjà vu.
“I am not on the menu, little minx,” he cockily says without sparing me a glance. “Sit your pretty ass down.”
I circle the couch to sit as far away from him as possible. Like thunder, he captures my wrist lightning fast and brings my ass down on the cushion right next to him.
I bounce, squealing in shock.
Before I can comment on his high-handedness, he hands me my plate, which is filled to the brim with piping hot Schezwan noodles and Manchurian on the side. I gape at the size of the portion. “How hungry do you think I am, Nathan?”
His head swings my way, glancing between me and my plate. “It’s only a handful, Ari.”
“It could feed two people.”
He squints his eyes, looking strict and hot at the same time. “Please tell me you aren’t one of those women who picks off her plate in front of a man.”
“Of course not!”
“Prove it.”
“What is this? A game of truth or dare?”
“We both know if it were, I wouldn’t give such a tame dare. At least, set the bar higher for me.” Flicking his chin at my food, he commands, “Eat however much you wish. Use the leftovers for dinner.”
“You’re a super-weird client, Nathan,” I mutter.
His rough chuckle reverberates down my spine.
We eat in a peaceful silence, comfortable and uncompelled to make small talk. He, of course, finishes first while I scarf down more than half of my plate.
Fine, I took his non-dare seriously.
The tiny smirk on his handsome face betrays that he knows it, too.
Sipping on my can of Coke, I put it down and wipe my mouth with the tissue paper. Rising to my feet, I bend and start to grab the empty plates and the leftovers.
