Page 49 of Peasants and Kings
“This is Rhys.” He paused a few moments. “I didn’t agree to that. No. The price is the price. It’s non-negotiable.”
I hesitated, not wanting to alert him that I was eavesdropping on a business conversation. A few more moments of silence passed.
“Have you forgotten who the fuck you’re talking to?” he demanded. “I’ll give you a few days to reconsider your position, but only a few. After that, I’ll be happy to remind you exactly who you’re dealing with.”
Ice flew through my veins, freezing my blood.
I didn’t like his tone or the fear that rippled down my spine. It was a conversation I never should’ve heard.
He hung up and set his phone aside.
His business was his business.
I finally mustered the courage to face him. Slapping a smile on my face, I entered the kitchen. “Good morning,” I greeted.
He looked at me over his shoulder. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his grin made my heart soar in my chest.
“Good morning,” he murmured huskily.
I swallowed my desire. He’d been inside of me most of last night, but I wanted him again.
Desperately.
“I’m going to go,” I blurted out.
“Coffee first.” He went to a cupboard, pulled out a mug and filled it. “How do you take it?”
“Black, if it’s drip,” I replied. “I prefer espresso.”
He arched an eyebrow but came toward me and held out the cup.
“Thanks.” I took it from him, trying not to be too overt as I studied him. His blond hair and natural strawberry highlights would’ve looked downright feminine on a lesser man. But Hadrian wasn’t lesser. He was huge and looked out of place in a modern kitchen. He wore his white formal shirt from the night before, but it was open at the neck and rolled up to the elbows. He was wearing his tuxedo trousers, but his feet were bare.
He looked casual and relaxed. Sexy as hell.
He looked even better naked.
“You’re up early,” I said, striving to break the awkwardness that had sprung up between us.
“I’m an early riser. Plus, I’m dealing with jet lag.”
I nodded and tried to take a sip of coffee, but it was still too hot to drink so I set it aside. “I really do have to get going.”
A grin appeared on his lips. “Do you?”
“Yes, I do.” I cleared my throat. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Last night. It was…well it was…”
“Go on.”
“I’m glad it was you. For my first Rex experience.”
His gaze darkened. Hadrian took a step toward me, crowding my space, breathing my air. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hauled me against him and I felt his erection.
A pulse of desire drummed between my thighs.
