Page 35 of Twisted Little Thing

"Then learn to be comfortable with it," he simply says. "This is how I want to do things. And I would like to remind you of my favorite rule: No arguments."

He winks at me and I lower my head with a sheepish smile. All right, even I have to admit that it is getting ridiculous to fight this any further. He is stupidly rich, and if it makes him happy to pay, he shall pay.

"As long as you don't think I owe you anything," I carefully add.

He raises his eyebrows. "Oh, you'll owe me. But not in the way you think. I have another set of rules that will be implemented as time goes by – and you will step out of line again and again as you will learn slowly."

He leans forward and takes my face between his hands, gently stroking my cheeks with his thumbs as he forces me to look into his dark, mysterious eyes.

"There will be rewards and endless pleasure for you," he whispers. "And sweet punishments for every mistake you make. Do you understand?"

There it is again. That voice, that face. His soft and loving hands. My heart is racing and even my eyes appear to flutter as I open myself to his words.

I want him. I want to be with him. And at this moment, I couldn't care less about anything than is not directly related to this. To this tension between us and the endless possibilities that open up in front of my eyes.

What on earth made me think I could come out here and have 'just coffee' with this man?

Why would I want just that?

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