“Um…” she started and turned her eyes to Callum, “maybe I should help Julianna.”
Callum’s brows went up then his smile grew wide.
Then he said something that caused her temper to rise and her palms to itch.
“Baby doll, when no one’s around, your job is to take care of me.” She stared at him (as this was the point where her temper started rising and her palms started itching) and he continued, “But when someone’s around, their job is to take care of us.”
Seriously?
He might be king but…
Seriously?
He continued, “Saint called Julianna here to do that. It’s her duty. She’d be offended if you went in and helped.”
Sonia decided to keep on the subject she wanted to discuss.
“My job is to take care of you?”
He grinned. “I thought I explained that.”
He had.
He had just not done it thoroughly.
“How, precisely and in all the varied forms, am I required to do that?”
His grin turned positively wolfish.
“I’m guessing you understand the most important part.”
“Indeed,” she rejoined with irritation and he chuckled before continuing.
“The other parts include you cooking for me, caring for our home, our clothes, if there’s no one around to do it. Understanding my schedule and providing for it, Making certain I have what I need or want available to me so when –”
“So,” she broke in, “in other words, I’m to be your little wife?”
His best answer to that question was “no”.
Instead, being Callum, his eyes, for some reason beginning to change to golden, he replied, “Yes.”
“Did your people skip past the twentieth century?” Sonia enquired with sarcasm.
The gold obliterated the blue not, she sensed, due to anger but, she instinctively knew, with something else. Something that made that ever-present throb between her legs deepen and his face dipped close. “Baby doll, I’d really like to give you the opportunity to work out your anger right now but, regrettably, I’ve got things to do.”
She stared then glared then asked, “What does that mean?”
She asked it, but she really didn’t want to know.
However, he told her.
His face dipped even closer, veering to the left at the last minute, he said in her ear, “That means, you want rough play and I want to give it to you. But I’ll have to give it to you later.”
She wanted rough play? What on earth was he talking about?
She didn’t have the chance to ask, not that she wanted the answer to that question either.
Giving her a “we’re done talking about this” squeeze, Callum dismissed her, turned his attention to the copious papers and files on her dining room table and the laptop pointed in his direction.