“Look at me.”
I do.
“I know the simple gestures make you the happiest. When I make you tea, kiss and hug you, when we have movie nights.” A dirty grin curls his mouth. “Or when I wake you up with my mouth on your sweet cunt.” I blush, and it deepens as he says, “But I have finally found someone to spoil, so don’t try to stop me. I know you love me for me, not for my wealth.”
I nod, fighting tears.
He smiles. Dimples and all. “I’m going to call them back inside and we’re going to sign the deal. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Chapter Thirteen
Iris
“Are you even watching the show?” I ask without lifting my eyes off the screen.
“No.”
I switch off the unsolved murders documentary on the TV and turn onto my stomach. Propping my chin up on my fist, I raise a brow. “Not interesting enough for you?”
“Compared to you, hell no.”
“Hence why naked movie nights are a flop idea,” I tease and slide off the bed. “I’m going to put on a shirt.”
His arm snakes out to catch me, but I step out of his reach.
“No clothes in the bed, Rainbow. That’s the rule.”
“While sleeping.” Stepping into his huge closet where he moved my meager wardrobe. I pick my favorite T-shirt that dwarfs my frame. Tying it into a knot above my belly button, I pair it with lace panties and prance back out. “Now you can concentrate.”
“Whose T-shirt is that?” He scowls hard, sitting up straighter against the headboard. The comforter drifts to his lap, putting those mouthwatering abs on display.
I look down at my outfit and back at him. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s a man’s T-shirt, Rainbow.”
“Umm.”
“My woman isn’t wearing another man’s T-shirt.”
“You’re jealous.” I laugh.
His muscles strain as he warns, “Two seconds before I rip it off. Better yet, throw it and the second one you have in the trash.”
“Love.”
“One second.”
“It’s yours.”
“Excuse me?”
“They’re both yours.” I blush, twisting my toes on the floor. “I… uh… stole it from your childhood bedroom.”
“The T-shirts are mine?”
The look on his face is comical. “Yeah.”
