He flipped me onto my back and leaned over me. “We’ve discussed this. The answer is no.”
“For starters, just for your own edification, me saying something and you saying no is not a discussion. Second, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. “I hate to break it to you, beautiful, but about a thousand years of evolution disagree with you. I’m bigger and stronger, which means I definitely get to tell you what to do.”
My eyes narrowed. “You misogynistic Neanderthal!”
He flicked his tongue over my lower lip. “That’s not entirely fair. Would a misogynistic Neanderthal have licked your pussy until you came…twice?”
My cheeks burned. He was the most impossibly arrogant, obnoxiously handsome man I’d ever had the misfortune to meet—murderous intent included. “You can’t keep me here forever.”
His brow furrowed. “All evidence to the contrary.”
“I have responsibilities. Bills. Rent to pay. A business to run. Plus Madison’s bookstore to watch over until she returns.”
He shrugged. “Is that all that’s worrying you?”
He bent his head and kissed the column of my neck.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip to stifle a moan.
He worked his way up to my earlobe. He gently bit it before whispering in my ear. “I’ll pay all that.”
My eyes sprang open. I then placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back. “Excuse me?”
He brushed my hands aside and moved to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. “I’ll pay for all of that. Just let me know what you need, and I’ll wire the money into your account. Better yet, I’ll just wire you…what? Would one hundred thousand dollars cover everything?”
Bile rose in the back of my throat.
I’d always laughed at movie heroines who got offended when rich men threw money at them.
Take the cash, I’d scream at the screen. It turned out I was wrong. Nothing made you feel cheaper as a woman than a rich man casually throwing obscene amounts of money at you as if it were pocket change.
I shoved him hard. This time, I succeeded in sliding out of the massive bed. I snatched the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around my middle. “I don’t want your money.”
I couldn’t believe I just said that. Sorry Julia Roberts but I won’t be having my Prince Charming moment.
He lay on his side and leaned his head on his elbow. “Very noble of you.”
I raised my chin. “I’m serious, you arrogant ass. I don’t take handouts. I work for what I have so an entitled prick like you can’t take the credit.”
“I believe you.”
I tightened my grip on the blanket. “So you’re going to let me go?”
“No.”
I stamped my foot. “Dammit! What the hell, Greyson!”
He chuckled. “You really are adorable when you’re angry, like a bird with ruffled feathers, hopping about on their little feet, squeaking.”
I turned my head from side to side.
He frowned. “What are you doing?”
I marched over to the bureau as I said, “Looking for something to throw at you.”
I considered my options.
