Page 109 of For the Sub

“No need.”

Together they returned to their small, makeshift buffet, and they each filled a plate.

“This whole experience…you’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve it.”

She slid onto a chair at the bar, and he sat next to her.

“Thank you for being here.”

“When you get the credit card bill, you might not be so pleased.”

“Oh, I think I will.”

A cherry tomato halfway to her mouth, she paused. He was looking at her with those all-knowing hazel eyes. And she knew he meant what he said.

“Your massage is at two,” he said. “Don’t worry about the tip. It’s been taken care of.”

“Really, Sir—”

“Please.” He placed a finger on her lips. “Let me. You’re going to earn this.”

“Is your aunt that horrible?”

“Worse than you can imagine.” He shuddered.

She laughed and popped the tomato in her mouth. “Can I bill stuff to the room?” She glanced at the tray. “After what you just said, I may need more chocolate.”

He brushed his fingertips across her jawbone. “Anything you want, Brandy.”

“Anything?” She glanced at his towel.

“Especially that.”

When she reached for him, he captured her hand. “Later.”

She sighed.

“I have work to do, and you have a massage and pedicure scheduled. Insatiable wench.”

After checking the clock, she excused herself to get dressed.

“I’ll see you back here for cocktails,” he said.

He kissed her before she left the room.

In a way, she wished he hadn’t done that.

With his behavior, it would be so easy to think they had a relationship, so easy to believe in forever and happily ever afters.

Things that didn’t exist for her.

No matter how much she wanted them to.

“Brandy?” he called from the living room.

“Sir?” she shouted back.

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