Page 66 of Forbidden Billionaire
“Hungry?” He changes the topic so fast he gives me whiplash.
“I am. And there’s a lot of food in the refrigerator. I can whip up something.” I’m no expert in the kitchen, and there’s no way I can prepare the type of gourmet meal that he prefers.
After putting his mug on a coaster on an end table, he pulls out his phone and begins to scroll. “Let’s find something local.”
Is he serious right now?
“Introduce you to your new neighborhood.”
Breakfast out isn’t in my budget, but I keep my mouth shut because I’m sure that doesn’t matter to him.
“Vionna’s off for at least another hour. She takes her dog to the park on Sunday mornings. So we need to walk, if that’s okay?”
“Totally.” I nod. “Part of my attraction to this apartment was the walkability of the area. The vibe.” But that it appeals to him is yet another layer to his personality that I hadn’t expected.
After another sip, coffee in hand, I head down the hallway to the bathroom.
“Little troublemaker?”
His voice stops me in my tracks, and I turn back to face him.
“Wear something respectable.”
I scowl.
“Unless you’re looking to have a hard time sitting on your chair at the restaurant.”
“You’re—” Furiously I blink. “You’re threatening to spank me…if I don’t dress the way you say?”
“It’s more than a threat. It’s a certainty. You’ll learn to do as I tell you without questioning my orders.”
And for one wicked second, while I hurry to my closet, setting down my coffee on the way, I’m tempted to push him.
Ruthlessly I shove aside the wicked thought.
If he never spanks me again, it’s too soon. Right?
I rip open a box of summer clothes and find a sundress that’s slightly longer than the shorts I’d worn to dinner last night.
As I’m slipping it on, he walks in, stands in the closet doorway and watches.
My fingers fluttering nervously, I smooth the bodice into place. “Is this suitable?”
He makes a motion with his index finger, indicating I should turn around. And I do. He whistles long and slow, sending goose bumps up my arms. “Sensational.”
Really? I’ve had it forever, and it’s nothing special.
“As long as I’m with you, you can wear it.”
“As long as?—”
“No other man gets to see what’s mine. Are we clear?”
“I…”
He takes an intentional step toward me, making me retreat.
“I guess you need a reminder.”
