Page 150 of My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road)
I picked up the unagi sashimi between my fingers, glowering at it like it personally offended me. All I saw when I stared at it was an octopus.
Zachary Sun had single-handedly ruined sushi for me.
“If you don’t take a break to enjoy all your hard work, what value does it really have?”
“You’re not an animal.” Zach sighed. “Use your chopsticks.”
“I don’t know how to.” I stabbed the raw fish with asingle chopstick, using the stick as a skewer to shove salmon into my mouth. “And I thought I was an octopus?”
His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “You lived in Korea and never learned how to use chopsticks?”
I didn’t know why, but everything this man did made me hot and bothered—even when he frowned, scowled, huffed, and berated me.
Maybe I suffered from Stockholm syndrome. But that would imply that he’d kidnapped me, rather than the simple fact that I’d lost my mind and willingly agreed to be here.
“Nope.” I popped the P, releasing an exasperated breath and pushing my plate away on his desk. “I always use a spoon and a fork. Ari always gives me shit for that.”
To be fair, everything tasted better on Korea’s ultrawide metal spoons.
Zach scowled. “Am I supposed to know who Ari is?”
“My best friend from Seoul.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Sex?”
Jealous?
I was tempted to ask.
“No, thank you,” I replied instead.
“Do not cross me, Farrow. I asked you a question.”
“So? I don’t work for you, Zachary Sun.”
“Youliterallydo.” His lips barely moved when he spoke.
I could tell I was dragging him to the brink of insanity.
I shrugged. “Personal tidbits cost extra.”
His jaw locked.
He pulled his drawer open and plucked out his wallet, tossing a Benjamin between us. “Is Ari a girl or a boy?”
“Girl.” I shrugged. “But that doesn’t say anything about her sexual orientation.”
With an eye roll, he threw me another hundred-dollar bill.
I rolled the money together and tucked it into my waistband.
“Straight.” I smiled. “Happily engaged, too.”
“Couldn’t she have taught you how to use chopsticks?”
“Oh, she tried. But once I realized I couldn’t vacuum food into my mouth fast enough with them, I lost all interest.”
“Food is not made to be vacuumed. It’s meant to be consumed over a lengthy period of time.”
