Page 72 of Ruthless Oath

“I don’t have anything to hide.” I reached for the book I had chosen from the shelves to read today.

“I’m glad to hear that since I require total honesty.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“You don’t have to work for me to be honest with me.”

“I require a few things too,” I said. “In my relationships.”

“Champagne?” He motioned to my glass, changing the subject. “Where did you get it?”

“Ricardo gave it to me.” I finished what was left in my glass. “I really like him.”

“I’ll kill him.”

Is he jealous?Maybe I could work with that.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a better mood after having sex?”

“Maybe if sex was the only thing I had to focus on, but we both know that’s not the case,” he said.

“I offered you a solution.”

“And I showed you what I thought of your solution.” His jaw tightened when he focused on me with his terrifying gaze. “Don’t aggravate me.”

“Fine.” I wasn’t in the mood to go back and forth with him. I thought maybe after we had sex something would shift between us, but I was wrong.

“How are you feeling?” He sat across from me and poured a glass of water from the crystal pitcher.

“Restless.”

“I meant physically.”

“I’m not up for another round, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Hmm…” He smirked.

Of course, if he asked…

“Proud of yourself for being a caveman?” I opened the book, pretending to read the first page.

“I don’t remember you telling me to stop or slow down.” He took a long sip of his water, wetting those sexy lips of his.

“Would you have if I asked?”

I never imagined my first time being so rough, but there wasn’t much I would change about last night. Even though I would have preferred for him to have stayed with me, what was done was done.

“I can’t answer that now.” He finished the rest of his water. “You needed to understand how things work, and I showed you.”

“Like I said…” I poured some more champagne into my flute, stopping before the bubbles overflowed. “Caveman.”

“Something attracted you to me.”

“You’re good-looking.” I set the bottle on the center of the table. “Every woman at the dealership that night noticed you. I had to see what the fuss was about.”

“You’re probably wishing you ignored the fuss.”

“Do you wish I had ignored you?”

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