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"Using my considerable experience to show you how insane I am for you." He bruised her lips with his as he marched her off towards the bed. "And to shut you up."
"You—" She screamed when he simply dumped her onto the bed.
Before she could react, he had tugged off his robe and trapped her body beneath his.
"I love you." He told her softly. "I have never said that to a single soul before, and I would like you to take my word for it."
Not waiting for her response, he bent his head and kissed her until she was past thinking.
Chapter 15
She had chosen to wear a dress, one of her own creations. A stunning, yet slightly subdued treated wool the color of ripe peaches. A swirl of skirt and a cinched-in waist. The top was cut in a diagonal with long sleeves and cowl neck. She had decided to style her thick, lustrous hair into one single braid that fell over her left breast. And she was hardly wearing makeup.
After their rather hectic bout of lovemaking, she was more than convinced that his immense experience was to her advantage. God! The man had a way about him that turned her into a trembling mass of jelly.
And he had persuaded her to say yes to his proposal. They had stirred from bed to get something to eat and for him to drive her home for her to get ready for dinner with his mother.
She had of course called Yvette who had squealed in delight.
"Bitch, you're marrying one of the most powerful and kick-ass gorgeous men in the world. You'll be joining the most elitist women in society."
"You're not making it any better. What if she hates me?" She fretted. "I'm black."
"You don't say." Her friend had been amused. "And her son is head over heels in love with you. The family is lucky to have you in their lives. You say his uncles are gay? How fascinating."
"We've known gay people before, even been friends with a few of them. Carl from our favorite restaurant is gay."
"Carl is a glorified peacock who thinks too much of himself and wears the most dreadful toupee. He's an idiot and a disgrace to the gay community." She retorted, making Maxie laugh. "This is different, and I must say, I cannot wait to meet them."
"I can. Oh Yvette, I'm so tied up in knots, you wouldn't believe it." She sighed.
"Knock her dead darling. You'll do great."
Taking a deep breath, she turned from the mirror to grab her cashmere wrap and overnight case. Kai was brooking no argument about her returning home tonight.
"You're spending the night."
"I would very much appreciate it if you start asking instead of demanding." She had told him primly, never letting on that after last night, she never wanted him to spend a night away from her. The man was completely addictive.
Kai arrived promptly, dressed impeccably in a tailored charcoal suit that seemed to mold to every line of his body. His presence filled the room the moment he stepped in, and for a moment, she forgot her nervousness as her eyes drank him in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her, his gaze lingering as if to memorize every detail of her appearance.
"You're breathtaking," he murmured, stepping closer, his hand rising to lightly touch the braid resting over her shoulder. "I don't think I'll survive introducing you to my mother if you keep looking at me like that."
She laughed softly, some of her tension melting away, and swatted his hand playfully. "You'll survive. I'm the one who has to win her over."
"You don't need to win anyone over," he said seriously, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. "You're perfect as you are."
Her heart fluttered at his words, but she didn't have time to respond before he gently tugged her toward the door. "Come," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's conquer this evening together."
The drive to his mother's home was both too quick and too slow. As the sleek car glided through the city streets and out toward the sprawling countryside, she found herself gripping her wrap tightly, her mind racing. Kai, sensing her unease, reached out to place a reassuring hand on her knee.
"She's going to adore you," he said. "And if she doesn't, well, that's her loss."
"You're not supposed to say that," she said, half-laughing, half-nervous.
"What I'm supposed to say and what I believe are two different things," he replied with a grin, his confidence infectious.
It was more than an apartment and was rather a lovely, graceful home with red trimmings, much smaller than she expected. She stared at it, wide-eyed, as they drove through the gates and up the long driveway. Lights twinkled along the path, casting a warm glow that looked cozily welcoming.
