"I make a mean chicken Kiev." He grinned at the look on her lovely face. "We had a Russian chef at one point, and he taught me some things." Leaning over, he used the tip of his finger to wipe away a crumb. "I grew up with an army of servants around me." Settling back in his chair, he picked up his cup. "When I started living on my own, I decided one will do. I have a housekeeper who comes in every day. She's been with the family since I was a child and is very territorial." He glanced at the things he had dumped in the sink. "We should probably clean up."
It amused her to realize that this giant in the business industry was afraid of an employee.
"She must be terrifying."
He laughed at her skeptical tone. "Imelda is from Spain and is absolutely someone to be afraid of. She used to haul me up and tan my hide whenever I was getting too fresh."
She stared at him wide-eyed. "She hit you? What did your parents had to say about that?"
His smile widened. "They were afraid of her too."
"You're joking."
He signed a cross over his chest, his expression solemn. "You will see for yourself when you meet her."
"I'm not sure I want to." Visions of a prune faced woman with judgmental eyes, flickered through her mind.
"She's going to love you. Imelda is always going on about me finding someone to settle down with."
Fear spiked along with the guilt. "You cannot say those things to me."
"I just did. Eat up, I have plans for us."
Chapter 7
The plans involved the massive fireplace in the living room with a thick fluffy blanket spread in front of a blazing fire. And making love in front of it.
Now they were lying dazed and shaken by an inferno that made the fire crackling in the hearth seem like a small trickle.
He had hypnotized her, that was the thought that entered her frazzled mind. He had used his mouth, his hands, and his very impressive sex to cast a spell and now she was hooked. And she wanted more of him. The taste, scent and feel of him were insidiously embedded inside her and there was no escape.
It was no longer about his money. It was all about him.
She jerked slightly when he clamped his fingers on her chin to turn her around. Amber eyes, made more golden by passion, studied her face.
"You're thinking too much."
"Am I?" She tried to twist her face away, but he held on.
"Hmm. You're thinking that this is going way too fast and we've only just met."
"Add psychic powers to the rest of your talents." She tried for sarcasm, but her voice was too shaky to carry it off. She had excused herself twice to call and check on her son and felt the guilt eating away at her. She had never done anything like this before and the more she told herself she was doing it for them, she realized how thin it was beginning to sound.
She was doing it for him.
"You're upset. Tell me why."
"I'm not." She shook her head when he merely lifted one thick brow.
"Not with you."
"With yourself then? Why?"
"This is getting away from me."
"You're going to have to explain that one to me."
"It's complicated."
