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Michael could see why the man would appeal to women; he could cook, owned his own restaurants, would soon inherit an empire, and was good-looking on top of all that with his brown eyes and ginger hair.

He frowned, suddenly not liking it when Colin’s glance moved over Ambra in appreciation.

“What is it, Colin?” Michael snapped.

Colin raised his matching ginger eyebrows and smirked as he took a step closer to the table. Michael could see he was trying to get a better look at Ambra and what she was wearing in the dim light. “Appetizers are ready to be ser—”

“Is everything ready now?” Michael snapped, not liking that Colin had moved closer to get a better look at Ambra.

This was your bright idea, remember. You just wanted her to feel a little bit of the embarrassment you faced at the auction by making her come down in this skimpy lingerie, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable to him. AND IT’S A MISTAKE.

He hadn’t factored in the fact that he intensely disliked the way Colin was ogling Ambra in the almost see-through outfit he had picked for her to wear tonight. He was flushed with sudden heat and an overwhelming need to stake his claim and punch the man in the eye for daring to try and take a look at Ambra, who belonged to him.

He couldn’t control his sudden reaction of not liking anyone else seeing her this way. It surprised him.

Well, I am about to fix that.

Ambra turned in her seat to look at him, her eyes taking in his reaction. She then looked back at Colin, her eyes running over the man, and Michael could see her breath hitching in appreciation before her eyes flashed back to his to gauge his reaction. The minx.

God damn it.

Michael spoke sharply. “Colin, just bring everything out and that will be it for tonight.”

The man grinned. “But I haven’t finished dessert.”

“I don’t care; bring it all out and a can of whipped cream,” he said dismissively.

“Shouldn’t you introduce the chef?” Ambra asked. “Never mind, I am—” She grinned and leaned over, her hand outstretched.

Oh hell no.

“You will be leaving now,” Michael hissed, “this is not what I have paid you for.”

“Michael—” she chastised him.

But he was not in the mood for games. “We can skip dinner and go straight to fucking instead, so if you don’t want an audience when I fuck you, I’d recommend that you say goodbye to the chef now.”

She narrowed her eyes. They had a staring contest, and he shifted threateningly. She shrugged her shoulders; her only concession.

He heard her mutter, “Damn, at least let me enjoy my meal.”

“Yes, you shouldn’t get in the way of a hungry woman, man.” Colin laughed and then held his hands up when Michael made to step towards him.

“Well, this was interesting. If you need anything, you have my number,” the chef said with humor in his voice before taking his leave.

There was a moment of awkward silence between them as Michael tried to settle his emotions. He had been jealous of Colin for a minute there.

He was about to speak when the door to the dining room and kitchen opened back up and Colin entered, carrying a tray of food out.

“At least I am a gentleman, and from the amount of sexual tension and heat in the room and from the looks of the two of you, you will both need all the energy you can get for what is to come,” he said.

Ambra gasped and a short laugh escaped Michael—the man was right. He wanted to pounce on Ambra and embed himself so deep in her cunt that she wouldn’t know where she began and he ended.

Colin placed a few plates on the table in front of Ambra and then moved over to the side where Michael had been sitting to serve him.

He came over to Michael and in a low tone said, “Relax, or it is going to be over before it begins.”

“Have you seen her man?” Michael pointed out.

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