Page 55 of Innocent Intentions

What was that?

I freeze. I don’t have time to process it before Dotty comes in with our plates. The salmon smells amazing. Another one of my favorites.

“Tell me about your day?”

I blink.

It’s not a demand. It’s a question.

What universe is this?

“Sweetheart, will you talk to me? What were you and Benny up to today? Anything fun?” His gentle voice and open expression confuse me even further.

I hesitate. Is this some game?

“Oh, um, we went for a walk around the courtyard.” I clearmy throat. “It was…nice?”

It comes as a question, not because it wasn’t nice, but because I still don’t know what the hell is happening.

“That’s good. Am I correct in assuming a guard was with you?”

I flash a grin. We made the guard fetch the balls Benny lost interest in.

“Yes, he was with us.”

“Good. Remember, don’t leave the walls of this house without a guard.” His tone is calm, but firm. Like it’s non-negotiable.

It can’t be about me. Maybe he just doesn’t want his landscaping ruined. Or maybe he wants his captive contained.

Or maybe he wants to keep you safe.

Safe from what?

I nod and take a bite of salmon. This time, I make a conscious effort not to moan. It’s delicious, but salmon is the meal, not me.

You wish you were his meal. His mouth between your legs.

I clench my thighs, irritated. Not now, tramp.

I need to get him talking.

“How was your day?” It comes out awkwardly. I still don’t know how to act around this version of Matty.

“It was productive. I had multiple meetings and was able to sign some important contracts.”

“Do you always work from home?”

I don’t think he’s left the house once since I got here. But he wears slacks and a button-up every day, like he’s going somewhere.

“Only when I have a beautiful woman in the house.” He winks.

Why is he being so playful?

He called you beautiful.

I blush.

Damn it.

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