Everything He Demands (2 page)

I'm
in
a
strange
country
with
a
sexy
but
enigmatic
man,
and
tomorrow
I'm
to
be
engaged
to
him...falsely
.

“
Penny
for
your
thoughts,
Ms.
Pate.
”
Rock
snugged
my
arm
closer
to
him,
and
the
feel
of
his
body
pressed
against
my
own
as
we
walked
electrified
me.

“
Ah,
Mr.
Weldon!
”
The
host
bowed
deeply.

“
Yes,
please
show
us
to
your
private
room
if
it's
not
occupied.
”

“
No,
it's
not.
Your
driver
called
ahead
and
indicated
that
you
might
be
dining
here.
”
The
host
smiled.

“
Luigi
never
fails
me.
”
Rock
grinned
and
steered
me
inside.

“
I
get
the
impression
you
usually
get
what
you
want,
”
I
whispered
as
we
passed
tables
and
murmurs
rippled
through
them.

“
Usually?
Always.
”
He
brushed
my
hair
with
his
lips,
sending
tremors
through
me.

“
Here
we
are,
sir.
Your
waiter
will
be
with
you
shortly.
”
He
seated
us
in
a
room
full
of
crystal
and
a
few
white
-
clothed
tables.
Mirrors
were
on
every
surface
of
wall
and
ceiling,
which
made
for
a
dizzying
effect.

Then
he
closed
the
double
door
behind
us.

“
Wow.
This
is
really
something.
I'm
surprised
you're
not
regaling
me
with
your
mastery
of
Italian.
”
I
leaned
on
the
table,
closer
to
him.

“
I'll
tell
you
a
secret.
”
He
winked,
and
I
admired
his
glossy
dark
hair
under
the
chandeliers.

“
Yeah?
”

“
I
suck
at
foreign
languages.
Always
have.
”
He
shrugged.

I
giggled.
“
It's
good
to
know
you
have
one
area
of
weakness.
”

He
pursed
his
lips.
“
Many,
actually.
I
trust
people
too
easily,
and
my
past
gives
me
trouble
even
now.
”

“
Oh.
”
I
looked
down
at
my
place
setting.
I'd
put
my
foot
in
my
mouth.

“
Don't
feel
bad
about
it.
Growing
up
in
an
abusive
home
helped
me
develop
a
killer
instinct.
”
His
eyes
lit
up.

“
Yeah,
but
what
else
did
it
do?
”
I
put
a
hand
on
his
arm,
and
he
flinched.

“
Sorry.
”

“
It's
fine.
I
brought
it
up.
I
just
don't
like
talking
about
it.
”

At
that
moment,
a
handsome,
thin
waiter
appeared
and
relieved
the
tension.
Rock
remained
a
mystery
to
me
—
a
sexy
man
who
wanted
me
but
who
had
more
secrets
than
I'd
be
able
to
tease
out
in
one
dinner.

Rock
ordered
a
red
and
white
wine
and
more
water.
“
Anything
else
you'd
like
to
drink?
” h
e
asked
me,
studying
me
over
the
menu.

“
A
Diet
Coke
maybe.
”

He
smiled,
and
the
waiter
nodded.
He
placed
a
basket
of
steaming
bread
and
a
bowl
of
olive
oil
before
us.

“
Enjoy.
I'll
be
back
to
take
your
order.
”

“
The
bread
is
excellent
here.
”
Rock
took
a
piece
and
dipped
it
in
olive
oil,
looking
into
my
eyes.
Something
about
the
action
was
erotic,
and
my
body
tingled.

“
What
do
you
recommend?
”
I
studied
the
menu.
It
was
in
Italian
and
English,
luckily.

“
The
trout
scallopini
and
canolis.
Definitely.
Or
anything
else
on
the
menu.
Everything
is
excellent
here.
”

“
Sounds
yummy.
”
I
smiled
at
him,
realizing
how
much
I
was
enjoying
his
company.

“
Not
as
yummy
as
you.
”
He
dipped
his
finger
in
the
olive
oil.

What
is
he
doing?
Bad
manners
for
a
billionaire
CEO.

He
brought
his
finger
to
my
lips,
and
I
took
it
in,
sucking.
Warmth
spread
through
me,
and
bread
was
the
last
thing
on
my
mind.

“
The
things
I
could
do
with
a
little
olive
oil.
”
Rock
smirked
at
me
as
I
squirmed
in
my
seat.
He
let
his
finger
slide
from
my
mouth.
“
In
a
few
minutes...after
the
waiter
takes
our
order.
”

I
nodded.
No
way
he's
planning
to
do
me
here
where
anyone
could
walk
in
and
see
us.

But
the
glint
in
his
eye
said
otherwise.

When
the
waiter
returned,
I
found
myself
distracted.
All
I
could
think
about
was
Rock
bending
me
over
the
table
and
having
his
way
with
me.