Page 94 of Darling Obsession

“In the hallway.” His eyes darken a fraction. “Where I kissed you.”

“You had the keychain made to match it?”

“I had a jeweler customize a similar bracelet, make it into a keychain for you.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just treat this like you would any kitchen for your business. The only rule is, keep it clean. My staff will help with that. You can communicate withthem regarding any comings and goings, and anything you need. I’ll put them in touch with you.”

“Um… okay?”

I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to this.

But how can I not agree to this?

I hear what he’s saying. I think. The kitchen serves no real purpose for him, so it doesn’t matter to him if I use it. And maybe he’s even pawning me off on his staff to deal with, so he doesn’t have to.

Maybe this doesn’t even mean we’ll have to see each other again. I’ll be here baking during the day while he’s at work, right?

And if things go south, I’ll just leave, no worse off than when I came.

I don’t know what else to say, except “Thank you.”

He frowns a little. I don’t know why my thanks always make him grumpy. “It’s no problem.” He hesitates at the door, his eyes holding mine. “I think we both know… this doesn’t change anything. Between us.”

Oh, god. This again.

“I think I made it clear where that line is drawn,” he finishes.

“Right. I know. Sex only. And coffee. And diamond jewelry.”

I manage that with a straight face.

But this man is ridiculous.

Maybe he’s been a billionaire too long to understand normal human interactions and boundaries.

He checks his watch, then says far too casually, “I’d have a lot more to say about your smart attitude, with my hand on your perfect ass and my cock in your throat, if I had more time.”

Heat flushes through me.

Perfect ass? I don’t want to be flattered, but damn.

I consider the kitchen he just offered me. And the preplanning it took to have this keychain made for me.

And the generosity with which he lavished me with orgasms over the last two days.

And this delicious latte.

I decide to reverse my position on denying him more sex.

You know,for now.

Because overall, considering how poorly mannered he is, he’s been quite nice to me lately.

I set my mug and the diamonds on the counter, and look him right in the eyes.

“What man doesn’t have time for a blow job, though? You might need to rethink your priorities, Harlan.”

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