Page 11 of The Rogue and His Flower

“The women I’ve slept with would beg to differ,” I interrupt.

She rolls her eyes, and my fingers flex, itching to spank her. “I meanemotionally.”

“So you admit I’m good in bed?” I ask, cocking a brow.

“I wouldn’t know. Don’t want to either,” she adds quickly.

“Go on. What else?”

“You’re conceited.”

“Isn’t that the same as vain? Try again,” I offer.

“How aboutannoying?”

“Okay, so I’m arrogant, materialistic, selfish, vain, terrible with women,emotionally,” I add with a smirk. “Conceited, annoying…”

“Yep, all of those things,” she replies with a satisfied smile, leaning back in her seat. “Oh,andinconsiderate. You could’ve warned me that you’d sent an email to the staff this morning about our engagement!”

“Would you have preferred I called a meeting instead? I thought you’d want to avoid the embarrassment, not to mention another public display of affection. So all things considered, I think I was being pretty considerate.”

“You could’ve given me a heads up. I’ve been batting off questions all day long.”

“Tell me who’s being intrusive and I’ll call them in the office for a chat,” I immediately reply.

“I don’t think so, yourchatstend to lead to a person getting fired. I’ve handled it.”

“Okay, anything else you’d like to add to the list?”

“I think that about sums you up,” she replies, folding her arms across her chest.

“Really. I think you’ve forgotten a few,” I say.

“Yeah, what?”

“Rich–”

“Not quite yet,” she reminds me. “But I agree, rich people tend to be shitty.”

“That’s very narrow-minded of you. Notallrich people. Hubert wasn’t,” I point out.

“He was an exception to the rule,” she replies.

“I’m protective,” I add.

“Protective?Interferingyou mean,” she corrects.

“Still not forgiven me for firing Lewis, I see. Need I remind you that he was the arsehole shagging another woman whilst he was dating you? I did you a favour.”

“Youinterfered,” she reiterates. “Stuck your nose in business that had nothing to do with you. I would’ve handled it. Besides, he was just a fling. You assumed he meant more to me than he did.”

Now it’s my turn to scoff. Daisy has a bad habit of falling for men that are no good for her. Not too long ago she’d dated that little shit Lewis who used to work at this hotel as a porter until I fired his arse for fucking her over. “Don’t lie. You would’ve listened to his piss-poor excuse, forgiven him and let him walk all over you.”

She scowls. “You’re mistaking me for the women you’ve fucked. I honestly don’t know why any of them went back for more given your reputation.”

“That’ll be because I’mexcellentin bed,” I goad her, levelling my gaze with hers. “I may not have given the women I slept with any promises, or emotional connection, but I did give them allmultipleorgasms.That’swhy they kept coming back.”

“Good for you,” she snaps, pushing up from her seat. “Are we done? I have a lot of work to do.”

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