“It’s nice to be appreciated,” he says with a wink and a smile.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
MINNIE
We return to my apartment,Leaf practically screaming as soon as we walk in.
“Quiet, hellbeast,” Rosier remarks.
“I know we’re late with your dinner.” As I walk into the kitchen, Leaf is at my heels. I grab a can of wet food, noticing Rosier eyeing my e-book on the coffee table.
He picks it up and starts skimming. “Did you get to the ball yet?”
“Um, no. Spoilers! She just got her mask for the ball.”
I plop the tuna-adjacent sludge on a little plate for Leaf, who is singing the worst belting style ballad I’ve ever heard. He finally stops once there’s food in his mouth. “How did you know about that?”
“You have this book on your shelf, too.”
Guilty as charged. I don’t even need to confirm his claim; the amount of times I’ve bought a book twice is too many to count.
“And I read it,” Rosier explains then snorts. “Obviously.”
He’s mentioned this before, sorta. Comparing dating to courting, calling out my questionable attachment to gothic rakes. But I didn’t think he’d paid so much attention that he could recognize a book from a single page.
Curious, I go to my bookshelf and grab a random book.“What happens in this one?”
Rosier looks at the book thoughtfully. “That’s the one where she’s been in love with the local Earl all her life, but a Viscount comes in to try and seduce her. Actually,everyman in that novel tries to seduce her. But she settles on the Viscount.”
He’s right, but my curiosity isn’t satiated. I grab another book, this time settling on a more pointed question. “What was your favorite scene in this book?”
“How do you even know I’ve read that one? You have about a hundred novels.” There’s a pause. “But to answer your question, my favorite scene is the kidnapping scene. Where the Lord and his companion steal the heroine in the night. I find it funny he’d go through all that trouble.”
I blink, knowing exactly what scene he’s talking about. It’s one thing to recite the plot of something, it’s another thing to have an opinion on it. I grab another book. “And this one? Assuming you’ve read it.”
“I have. And it’s the fellatio scene.”
I snort, covering my mouth, hoping to stifle my laughter but failing miserably. Roiser makes a face, and I laugh more.
“You can’t judge that!” Rosier protests. “All these books end in raunchy sex anyway.”
“No, no.” I wave my hand, still smiling with laughter. “I mean, yes, you’re right, I just can’t believe you call it ‘fellatio.’”
“What would you call it?”
“Um, a blowjob? Giving head? A sloppy toppy?”
Rosier smirks. “That’s the most crude string of words I’ve come out of your mouth. You curse like you live in a nunnery.”
I lift my chin. “Thank you.” I know I should change the subject away from sex, but his choice of vocabulary has me curious. “What would you call what we did last night? You said it wasn’t really sex.” I disagree. but we don’t have time to get into all that.
“You submitted to me,” he replies, taking the book from me and eyeing it like he’s started reading it again.
“That’s pretty vague,” I point out.
“I had you over my knee, and you did everything I said.” His golden eyes glance over the edge of the book. “I could have told you to do anything, and you would have done it. Like the good girl you are.”
A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake my head. “I’m not used to guys being into that, alright?”
