forward. She resisted by pushing against his shoulders, but she was no match for his superior strength. “I thought I wanted an obedient wife but it turns out that you’re more interesting that I thought possible.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means the service I hired to investigate you wasn’t very thorough. And I’m very appreciative of their omission because I might have missed out on experiencing your particular brand of entertainment.”
She gave up on trying to keep some space between their bodies. It wasn’t working anyway since she was now plastered against him. Instead, she tried to pretend like she wasn’t affected by his touch, that her heart wasn’t racing frantically and her body wasn’t tingling wherever it was touching his. She also tried not to let her fingers wander despite the fact that she was fascinated by the unanticipated muscles underneath his immaculately tailored dress shirt, and that she didn’t want to touch the soft hairs that were visible in the open neck where he’d left the buttons open.
Her mind was frantically trying to keep pace with his words, and she stopped looking at his chest in order to understand what he was telling her. And then it hit her! He’d hired a service to find her? “Why in the world would you hire a service? And what kind of investigation?” she asked, completely offended by his invasion of her privacy. This had to be the most appalling piece of information he’d given her so far. This was far and above more arrogant than him telling her that they were going to be married. “And, just to be thorough using your phrase, please explain to me what they didn’t mention in their report to you about me that you find so interesting?” She wasn’t sure if she was shaking with anger or his close proximity, but the anger was safer. Her eyebrows were drawn low and her hands were trapped by his chest and his surprisingly strong arms, furious with him for doing something so horrible as to have her investigated.
His hands slipped down the length of her and he enjoyed the way her body wiggled against his. But because the reaction she was trying to hide, as well as her voluptuous curves, was making him react as well, he released her. As much as he wanted to toss her over his shoulder and carry her to his bedroom so he could make love to her, they had things to discuss. Besides, he knew she wouldn’t protest the sexual act while he was making love to her, would be very into the undertaking if her body’s reaction had anything to say about it. But she would be angry after the fact for letting herself go like that.
“I don’t do anything that isn’t well researched, including choosing a spouse.” He stepped away and poured two glasses of red wine, satisfied now that she felt the same attraction he was feeling. She was fighting it though, which only made it more interesting for him. He wanted her badly, but he realized he was tired of women who threw themselves at him, hoping for financial or status gain. Eva was a completely different breed, preferring to pull away at what he suspected could be the strongest attraction he’d ever experienced. Damon didn’t mind though. He was thoroughly enjoying each meeting. She was fresh and alive and didn’t pull her punches, which he respected. And once he finally got her into bed, he knew that the fireworks would be even more spectacular. He was willing to wait, and enjoy every moment of their odd courtship.
He considered her carefully as she sipped the excellent white wine he’d opened earlier, almost chuckling as she tried to hide even her approval of the wine. She was cute when she refused to give him an inch!
“I’ll make a deal with you. Two weeks of lunches or dinners together.”
She took a deep breath and turned away from him, taking in the stunning view of the city he had from his living room windows. The wine was superb, she thought, wishing he could do just one thing poorly like choose a bad tasting wine. Did the man have to be so good at everything? “What’s two weeks going to do? I’ll still dislike you and everything you stand for.”
“Ah, but two weeks will give me a chance to show you how charming I can be.”
“Impossible.”
“I see I’ll have to add a bit of incentive.”
“There’s nothing you can…”
“Don’t be too