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My clothes aren'tin the spare room. They're still on the floor downstairs. I hug my towel to my chest and move to the living room.
Miles is sitting on the couch. Next to my neatly arranged clothing.
Okay then.
I take my time sliding into my bra. Miles is still under my thumb. Still watching me with rapt attention.
Damn, I like having his attention.
I shimmy into my skirt and slide my blouse over my shoulders. I do only the middle three buttons.
But my underwear is nowhere to be seen.
There's a devilish grin on Miles's face. I'm sure he has something to do with this, but I'm not going to admit it's an issue. So I don't have underwear, so what?
"Let's get sushi for lunch." He pulls a condom from the front pocket of his jeans and pulls me onto his lap. "You can have your panties when I'm done with you."
He presses his lips to mine and slides his hand under my skirt.
It would be silly to object.
* * *
The fusionJapanese restaurant is right on the water. Ocean and blue sky are the backdrop to the shady patio.
We're the only people out here. It's midafternoon, that time between lunch and dinner. A breeze blows over my shoulders. I shiver and hug my arms to my chest. Miles slides his leather jacket off his arms and drapes it over my shoulders.
A perfect gentleman.
My heartbeat picks up. I'm sure I'm getting the wrong idea again. I'm just another girl in a long list of Miles's playthings.
I push my concerns aside. It's not every day I'm wined and dined—well, dined, at least—by a hot rock star. And it's certainly not every day he makes me come more times than I can count.
Miles watches me open the menu. He laughs, a deepI'm obviously making fun of Megkind of laugh. I'm sure my jaw is hanging, but the prices here are insane.
"You really are adorable," he says.
I fold the menu together and cross my legs. I'll show him adorable. "Those weren't your words in the shower."
He bites his lip, and his eyes light up. It's sexy as all hell, but it is not a look of defeat.
"Order whatever you want," he says. "It's on me."
"I know."
He's smirking again. I entertain him. No, it's worse. I amuse him.
Okay, fine. There's only one way to put an end to this. I need to convince Miles I'm on his level. That I'm not intimidated by his money, or his body, or his gorgeous voice.
When our server arrives, I pick the most expensive sashimi on the menu, and I order two of everything. Well, four of everything since sashimi comes two pieces to an order. I request salt instead of soy sauce. I snap the menu closed and hand it to the server.
"And to drink?" he asks.
Damn. I order a green tea and offer my best smile. The whole unflappable thing does come off a little cold, and I'm not going to be one of those people who's an asshole to waitstaff.
Miles is still staring at me like I'm a puppy. Apparently, he's not impressed by my display. He requests his usual.
