Page 19 of The Billionaire's Secret
She swings her legs over, places her bag on the floor next to her. "That your personal philosophy?"
"Sure." Whatever she wants to believe.
I place the food on the coffee table next to the couch and whip off the covering. The tangy scent of soup fills the air.
Her stomach grumbles. She glances from the food to me.
"It's lentil and quinoa soup." I add, "Vegetarian, as well as filled with complex carbs."
She frowns.
I pull up a chair and seat myself opposite her, then dip a spoon into the broth. I bring it to her lips, "Open."
Her pupils dilate. Is she remembering the last time I commanded her to do so? The blood rushes to my groin.
She opens her mouth and I feed her the soup. Watch as she licks her lips. My pulse begins to thud. I feed her a few more spoonful's.
A drop clings to the edge of her mouth.
I lean in, lick it off.
She draws in a sharp breath.
"Tastes good," I murmur.
She swallows.
"The soup, I mean."
She frowns.
"What's on your mind?" I ask.
"How did you find out that I was vegetarian—?" her words trail off. "Did you have me investigated?"
"You don't think I'd let you anywhere near me without doing that, do you?"
She pales.
"I'm sure you have nothing to be worried about. After all, you are ordinary, hmm?
"Bastard," she bites out.
"Not to mention that you tend towards hypoglycemia," I mutter
She gapes at me. "You know that too?"
"Is that why you fainted?"
"Almost fainted," she scowls.
"When did you last eat? You need to keep your blood sugar levels steady."
"Why do you care?" she huffs.
"I don't." I raise my shoulders. "But I need you strong enough to answer my questions."
"Is that why you're feeding me?" Her chest heaves.
