Page 53 of Bossed By The Boggart

Wyn arches a brow at me, and I shake my head.

“Just the bill, please.”

The waiter nods and leaves, and I taste Wyn’s displeasure.

“Oh, deoring, we’re still having dessert—just not here.”

“Then where?”

“I thought maybe you would like to see my apartment. It’s still early.”

She nods slowly, her gorgeous brown eyes wide.

“What’s for dessert?”

I sweep my tail out to cup her face and draw her closer as I lean in and whisper.

“You.”

Wyn’s expression goes blank before her gaze smolders with the banked heat flaring between us.

She folds up her napkin and lays it on the table as the waiter returns.

I pay the bill, leaving a generous tip for their excellent service and care, before taking Wyn’s hand.

“Shall we?”

“Lead the way, Mr. Ettin.”

“What did I tell you about calling me that?” I hiss under my breath as we leave.

“Why do you think I did it?” she all but purrs back.

Fuck me, my mate wants to play.

The city lights blur past as the driver takes us back to my place.

It takes everything inside of me not to touch her, here and now.

When we reach my penthouse, I scoop Wyn into my arms.

I carry her bridal style through the maze of halls and lifts to my apartment at the very top.

Her jaw drops when the elevator doors ping open, revealing my extravagant living room.

“Ah, make yourself at home,” I tell her as I gently place her back on her feet.

She shuffles from foot to foot, suddenly tasting unsure.

“What’s wrong, Wyn?”

“What’s wrong? Look at this place, Bash—it’s amazing!”

“And this upsets you?”

“Honestly, yes, because I’ve never set foot in such a luxurious space. It reminds me of how very little money I have, and how unfit for one another we are.”

I reach over to take both her hands in mine, saddened by her words.

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