The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,28

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“No,” Crewe interrupted. “You’re to call her Lady London.”

Finley didn’t object.

But I did. “If I want to be addressed by my name, that’s how I’ll be addressed.”

“Not in this house,” Crewe threatened. “I own everything under this roof—including you.”

I shot him a disgusted look. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“Would you say I’m better than Bones?” he countered. “Because I’ll gladly hand you over to him if that’s where you want to be.” He covered up his smile by sipping his coffee.

Now I really hated him.

“What will it be, Lady London?” Finley asked. “I can whip up anything, especially American delicacies.”

The thought of food made me forget Crewe. “Can you make pancakes?”

“The fluffiest pancakes in the world,” Finley said with a smile. “Anything else?”

“Bacon and eggs?” I asked hopefully. “Maybe some toast?”

“Of course. Coming right up.” Finley pulled items out of the fridge and got to work. “Have a seat and drink some coffee.”

I moved to a chair at the table and cupped the mug with my hands, feeling the warmth.

Crewe continued to lean against the counter as he stared at me. “That’s a big appetite for one person.”

“Not when you haven’t eaten in three days.”

He chuckled under his breath and took a seat across from me at the table. I preferred this table to the one in the other room, where I sat naked and Bones grabbed my tits like he already owned my body without paying for it. Crewe sipped his coffee and stared at me head-on, his gaze dark and intimidating. I felt like I was being stripped naked with just his expression.

I refused to be intimidated by this man. I didn’t believe he was as dangerous as he claimed. He never hurt me unless I gave him a reason to, and he did listen to me if I begged enough. I was actually grateful to be sitting across from him right now—and not that other man.

Finley placed the dishes on the table. “Enjoy.” He left the room and gave us privacy. Crewe’s small plate was unremarkable, just eggs and vegetables.

That wasn’t breakfast.

I dumped syrup on my pancakes then took a bite of bacon, feeling the crunch between my teeth. Without thinking, I moaned at the taste, my stomach on the verge of ecstasy.

Crewe watched me, partially smiling. “I’ve never seen a woman eat like that.”

“Like what?” I asked. “Like a real person who eats food? Do you only spend time with supermodels?”

He grinned. “There it is again.”

“What?” I grabbed my fork and cut into my eggs.

“The tone of jealousy.” He set his coffee down and grabbed his fork.

“What?” I asked incredulously. “I’m not jealous.”

“You obviously picture the kind of women I sleep with and assume they must be supermodels. And you’re right. I’ve never slept with a woman who wasn’t absolutely stunning.” He took a bite of his food and stared me down while chewing, his jaw working silently.

I knew he purposely complimenting me, but I refused to be flattered. “The only woman I’m jealous of is Ariel—because she gets to go home every day.”

“But she’s never truly off the clock. She works from home a lot.”

“Doing what?” I didn’t totally understand what Crewe did for a living. He said he sold intelligence, but what did that mean, exactly? He didn’t seem to be a government official to any particular country.

“A lot of things. She’s the biggest cog in my machine.” He took another bite, nearly finishing his food because his meal was so small. “Wouldn’t know what to do without her.”

“Now I am a little jealous.”

He smiled. “I figured. You’re the jealous type.”

“I’m jealous that you respect her so much, but you don’t show me any respect.” This man obviously wasn’t as much of a pig as he claimed to be. Ariel wasn’t a slave under his orders. She was free to do whatever she wanted, and he obviously trusted her.

“Why would I show you any respect if you haven’t earned it?”

“Excuse me?” Both of my eyebrows rose. “I’ve been locked up here for weeks, and I haven’t had a break down or killed myself. You bet your ass I deserve some respect.”

He sipped his coffee, not seeming to care about what I just said. “It takes a lot more than that to impress me, Lovely.”

I wanted to ask him to stop calling me that, but it was pointless. “So, what now? You’re just going to keep me here forever?”

“Among other things,” he said vaguely.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“How about