Page 459 of Savage Bosses

"Ah, you must've missed the memo," he taunted. "Lingerie is your clothing now."

"Fuck you, Bryce!" Tati snapped before slamming the drawer shut, her anger momentarily overpowering the relentless heat in her body.

Tati surveyed the room, her hands on her hips as she searched for something suitable to wear. The closet had been filled with nothing but lingerie, not exactly what she had in mind for comfort. Frustration bubbled inside her.

"Bryce!" she yelled, reaching the end of her patience.

"Only call me when you want to be touched," Bryce's voice came through the intercom, smug and infuriating.

"Ugh," Tati huffed, rolling her eyes.

Fine, if he wanted to control her clothing choices, she'd just have to make do with what she had. Wrapping the robe tightly around her body, she tried to ignore the tingling sensation that seemed to spread beneath her skin.

A low growl rumbled in her stomach, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in hours. Stubbornly, she refused to give in to Bryce's demands. She wouldn't let him see how much she needed him, even if it was just for food.

Climbing back onto the bed, she curled up into a ball, determined to wait him out. But when Bryce appeared in the doorway carrying a tray with steak, potatoes, and a bottle of wine, Tati found her resolve wavering.

The enticing aroma wafted towards her, making her mouth water. The sight of A1 sauce only added to her hunger. She watched as Bryce approached, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, Tati couldn't help but feel her resolve crumbling.

"Hungry?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Open your mouth."

"Really?" Tati asked. "You're going to feed me, too?"

"Of course," Bryce replied, inching closer to her. "I don't trust you with a knife. Or a fork. Or a spoon. Or a…"

“I get it!” Tati muttered.

He was a wise man. Tati rolled her eyes, but the hunger gnawing at her insides made it hard to argue. She opened her mouth reluctantly, allowing him to feed her bite by bite.

After each piece of steak, he asked her a question about her time in Paris: where she worked, where she'd stayed, if she'd made any friends. It felt like an interrogation, but with each answer, she earned another bite of food.

"Can I have some wine?" Tati finally asked, desperate for something to quench her thirst.

"Sure," Bryceson smirked. "But first, you have to kiss me.”

Sighing, she leaned forward to press her lips to his. He leaned back.

“Not my lips,” he told her.

Frowning, she asked, “Where do you want me to kiss you?”

Her gaze dropped to his lap. She was more than willing to kiss himthere.

“My neck."

Her gaze rose to his. “Where?”

He tapped his neck. Gritting her teeth, Tati suppressed her irritation and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his neck. The shiver that ran through him didn't go unnoticed, causing a small, victorious smile to form on her face. As promised, Bryce rewarded her with a sip of wine, pouring it straight down her throat as she tilted her head back.

"Happy now?" Bryce asked, voice low, sensual.

"Yes," Tati whispered before licking her lips.

The night continued in a similar fashion, with Bryce feeding Tati and asking more questions about her life since their separation. Despite her initial reluctance, the food and wine helped to ease some of the tension between them.

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