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guard, and the question came out defensive.
He smiled at her coldly. “What’ve you got?”
He’d been like this last night, she remembered, only less playful. Then, he’d wanted her to convince him. Admittedly, her attempt at seduction had been derailed by her fear and indecision. Nevertheless, he’d responded.
She should try to seduce him now, she realized. See what he did when she had her wits about her.
She stepped forward boldly, arching her back slightly, letting her breasts jut forward. Her eyes never left his as she put one foot forward, then the other, until she was almost touching him. She could feel his warm breath on her face.
Then, without warning, her stomach yowled.
She felt her cheeks flush, and she quickly bit her lip and looked away. Oh, yeah . That’s seductive, you idiot .
He actually let out a burst of surprised laughter. “Maybe you should show me what you’re capable of after you’ve had something to eat,” he said, amusement lacing every word.
She shrugged, embarrassment broiling her.
“Come on. Let’s get you fed,” he said, gesturing to her to follow him.
She strode next to him, marveling internally at the length of his strides. He really was enormous.
Her mind flashed to the thought of him buried inside her, and she squirmed as an unwelcome bolt of pleasure shot through her. Enormous . Her thighs pressed together, and she bit her lip.
He led her to the kitchen. “Have a seat there, at the counter,” he instructed, “and I’ll cook up something.”
“You cook?”
His scar puckered as he sent her a half-smile. “I have a few skills, yes.”
She lifted herself onto the high barstool, embarrassed by the feel of the cold wood against her bare buttocks. After a few moments, she forgot about her wariness and her desire to escape as she watched him fetch ingredients from the refrigerator, assembling them on the countertop. Fresh vegetables with vibrant colors, slices of tissue-thin meat, an assortment of cheeses, nuts, fruits. He assembled a surprisingly artistic tray.
“Nothing fancy, I’m afraid,” he said critically. “We’ll do better at dinner.”
“If I didn’t watch you, I would’ve sworn you had this tray catered.” She bit her lip. “You don’t have a chef, then? Or a personal cook?” Or someone else that might help me escape?
“I have some people who help on occasion, but you’ll never meet them. They get paid very, very well to insure they don’t invade my privacy. And they know me well enough not to try delving into places they’re not welcome.”
So much for that possibility. She shifted her weight, feeling awkward. There was a kitchen table…maybe that would be a better option, making her feel less on display. She started to get down from the barstool, but he shook his head. “We’ll eat here,” he instructed.
Still, he didn’t sit next to her. He stood by her chair, put ting the tray in front of her. Then he turned the chair slightly, so she was facing him, the tray to her left. The buckle of his leather belt brushed against her knees.
“Don’t you want to sit?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as her heart started to speed up. From this proximity, she could smell the subtle mix of his expensive cologne and the woodsy, masculine scent that was his alone.
He shook his head. “I think I’ll feed you, Nadia.”
“I can feed myself.”
He stared at her, long enough, silently enough to make her shift her weight, crossing her arms in front of her chest again. “Whatever I want, Nadia,” he reminded her, in a low voice.
“If you insist,” she breathed.
“Graciously done,” he said, his voice faintly mocking. He selected a cube of cheese. “I think you’ll like this. It’s a Basque goat cheese, with just a hint of nutty flavor. Can you tell?”
He popped the morsel into her mouth. She chewed slowly, confused. What was he playing at? Was he trying to make her feel comfortable, or uncomfortable?
Either way, it was working. The heat from his