Page 47 of Kai
And it delighted him.
"Mind using your words?" he asked mildly, picking up his cup.
"You were very experienced, even at the age of eighteen. You knew—you knew what to do and all that."
"I did." He nodded solemnly.
"And when you—" She picked up her cup as if to give her hands something to do. "You kissed me there—"
"Where exactly?" He was enjoying himself immensely. "I seem to recall kissing you everywhere. Care to be specific?"
Her glare had him biting back a laugh. It was strange to see her like this. Maxie Priestley appeared to be a woman of the world, sophisticated and confident, but he knew better. She was an innocent in more ways than one. It still amazed him that he was the only man who had been intimate with her.
"You know what I mean, and I'm not satisfying your prurient fantasy by speaking it out loud." Her cultured voice was prim and reminded him of his prep school teacher. "I suppose they were women your dad paid for?"
His levity vanished immediately, and he could tell that it was something that was bothering her.
"If you don't want to discuss it—"
Picking up her fork, she scooped up the rest of her omelet and forced herself to eat. She had heard of his reputation fromfriends at school, but this was new information to her. No matter how open-minded she was, it still appalled her that he had been robbed of his childhood by his narrow-minded father. She was also trying not to think of the countless women who had paraded through his life.
But he saw the look on her face and interpreted it.
"You're disgusted."
His quiet tone had her feeling slightly ashamed.
"No. I..."
"I don't expect the woman I love to sit in judgment of me." His voice had turned cool and arrogant.
"I'm not..." She set her cup down with a snap, her eyes flashing.
What the hell did he have to be angry with her for? Was it her fault that he was a world-class slut? And how should he expect her to act with what he had just told her?
He saw the expression flashing across her expressive face and received his answer. Pushing back his chair, he rose.
"Where are you going?"
"Why?" He snapped it out. "I thought my company was offensive to you."
She saw red. Pushing back her own chair, she marched over to him and shoved at his chest.
"You sat there and told me you had been having sex since you were damn well twelve. Twelve! Nothing more than a baby, and you expect me to what? Just continue sipping coffee and shrug it off? Well, I'm not that sophisticated. Is that the same thing you're going to do if we have a son? Hand him over at that age to some—to some floozy to be initiated?"
His eyes fired dangerously.
"The women were chosen carefully and were highly experienced and considerate of my tender age."
She stared at him as if he had grown two heads.
"Well, that makes it quite all right then. They were considerate—Wait!" She stepped back. "Women, as in more than one?"
He saw his mistake when it was too late.
"Two. They came in pairs."
Her brows arched.
