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.”

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