“Yes.” Her tone’s reluctant, which I find amusing. She’s so damn stubborn when she wants to be. And she doesn’t even realize that her obstinance turns me on, drives me to love her even more.
“Was that so difficult? To admit I’m right.”
She rolls her eyes.
I laugh. Leaning forward, I say, “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
“Don’t you know everything?” She scrutinizes me. “You spend enough time spying on me instead of working, I doubt I have any secrets from you.”
Our wine arrives and I dismiss the server, insisting on pouring us each a glass. Elena downs half of hers, giving away her level of discomfort. So, I still make her nervous when we’re alone together. Good to know.
“Well?” I prompt.
“My favorite color is pink.”
I shoot her an incredulous look. “Obviously. Try again.”
“I like to read?—”
“Romantasy. You also like to write it.”
She scoffs. “Like you even know a single thing about that genre.”
“I’m learning. Again, tell me something I don’t know.” I raise an eyebrow in challenge, waiting.
She sends me an exasperated glance. “Why should I?”
“Because if you do, then I’ll tell you something about myself.” I hope that bait is good enough to pique her interest.
“You seem to be under the impression that I want to know more about you.” She gives me her best haughty expression. Fuck, I can’t wait to make her mine.All mine. Every damn inch of her.
I smirk. “Don’t pretend you’re not curious. Why else would you spend half the day snooping around my home office?”
A blush colors her cheeks. “Fine. I… Let me think. Got it. I’ve always wanted a horse.”
“A horse? Why?” That is something I didn’t know, and never would have guessed. I’ve never seen Elena anywhere near horses.
“Because they’re pretty and very smart. I love the idea of riding across rolling green hills on a warm spring day. There’s something… romantic about it. Tranquil too. It would be so calming.” A shy smile lights her face before she glances down, reaching for her wine glass again.
“Do you know how to ride?”
Her blush deepens. “Not really, no. I’ve never had the chance to learn.”
I sip my wine in thought. That is one thing I can fix. Eventually. “Your turn. What do you want to know?”
She gives it some serious consideration, so much so, that I’m flattered. “How many questions do I get?”
“As many as you like.” I’m eager to learn just how curious she is about me.
“Okay. What’s your favorite color?”
“Grey.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Grey isn’t a color.”
“It is. My favorite shade is a soft, delicate grey.”Like your eyes.
“Okay…” She seems unconvinced. “Do you have any siblings?”
