The Billionaire's Christmas Bride (Big Bad Billionaires #3) - L. Steele Page 0,55
will be blocked and we won’t be able to get there?"
"The storm’s supposed to blow itself out in 48 hours."
Right.
"Maybe the roads will be too slippery?"
"I’ve asked my driver to come by to take us there."
"Your driver?"
"He’s on standby in the village."
Of course. My shoulders droop. And I’d been hoping to put the time to good use by trying out new recipes, huh?
"Perhaps," he rolls his neck, "I could take a look at the generator."
"You would do that?" I cry.
"Hmm." He looks me up and down, "How badly do you want it?"
I frown, "What is that supposed to mean?"
He leans forward, "I mean, how far would you go to get the generator working, I wonder?"
I swallow, wriggle around in my seat, "How far do you want me to go?"
"I want you to beg."
"Excuse me?"
"Beg me to do it."
"No," I scowl.
"Fine then." He pushes back from the table, pivots to leave.
I frown, watch him as he prowls toward the door. I train my gaze back on the man, or rather on that fine piece of ass of his, those power thighs that undulate as he puts more distance between me… And the muffins I so very much want to bake. Is there not one thing in your life that you can complete? Not a relationship? Just about hold onto a business that if you don’t comply with his wishes… You’ll lose the money to ensure that it survives. Ugh, why do I always find myself stuck between a rock and a hard place? And no, I am not talking about certain parts of his anatomy that would give granite a run for its money.
He steps out of the kitchen and I call out, "Wait." I spring up and my chair careens back. "I beg you," I call out, "please fix the generator."
He shoots me a look over his shoulder, "Get on your knees, and ask like you mean it"
"Wh…what?"
"You heard me."
I scowl. If he thinks I am getting down on the floor—I confess, I didn’t do a great job of cleaning up earlier and there are crumbs everywhere. Ugh! Note to self: make sure to be more detailed in all parts of your life, so it doesn’t come to bite you in the arse—or in the pussy— My thighs tremble.
"Do it," he tilts his head, "or our deal is off."
"Fine, fine, whatever," I huff, then swing my leg onto the table.
20
Weston
"What are you up to?" I frown as she scrambles up onto the table, on her knees.
She looks at me with wide eyes, “What? I’m doing what you ordered me to do.”
I growl.
"You didn’t specify where." She flutters her eyelashes at me.
I scowl. Of course, I didn’t, but then, I hadn’t expected her to kneel on the table either. This woman... Every time I think I have her pegged, she throws me a surprise. Goddam it. I pause at the door. Max whines, and I bend down to pat him. He pushes his nose into my hand, then drops back on his hind legs.
"Stay there." I growl, then straighten, and shut the door in his face.
"Why...why did you do that?" she squeaks, her tone so close to panting that a chuckle grips my throat. I swallow it down, then turn and crack my knuckles. "Why do you think?" I growl.
She gulps. Fear and excitement wafts off of her. Fuck! My dick thickens. She watches me as I prowl toward her, closer, closer. I pause in front of her; her spine straightens.
I roll my neck; she winces.
I glare at her and color fades from her face. "What…what are you going to do?" she whispers, all wide eyed, and my groin tightens.
I put my finger to my lips.
She swallows. Her eyebrows knit as I circle around the table to stand behind her.
"You misinterpreted what I said," I chide.
"What?"
"I told you to kneel."
"I’m kneeling."
True. I scratch my chin, "Sassy and impertinent. You don’t know how to follow orders, huh?"
"I’m not one of your patients," she scoffs.
"No, our relationship could never be that…professional." I place my palms on either side of her body, bend toward her, forcing her upper body forward until she puts her palms on the table.
She shivers. Does she feel the heat from my body? Does she realize how much I want her right now?
"Weston," her breath hitches, "what are you doing?"
I palm her butt. The silence stretches a beat, another.
She shudders. "You… Are you…" She arches her back, and I flatten my palm onto the center.