Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) by Amelia James Page A

Bite off
a kiss? Shove me down on the table and pull my skirt up?
    "Let's go out for dinner."
    Okay, didn't see that coming. "Oh that's nice.
Just walk in here and give me orders. No apology, no 'Hi Talia, I've missed
you'. Just 'dinner, now.'" I grunted at him like a caveman.
    He looked at me, his eyebrows raised and pinched together as
if he didn't know whether to laugh or strangle me. "All right. I'm sorry,
Talia. I've missed you like crazy. Would you like to go out to dinner with
me?"
    I stepped behind a chair and crossed my arms. "Do you
even know what you're apologizing for?"
    "For all the thousands of ways I've wronged you, and a
hundred more I'll never know about."
    Vague but sweet and so close to sincere. "And
for the dozen or so yet to come."
    He cracked a smile and shook his head. "I love your
faith in me."
    "Nice, isn't it?" I sat down and pretended to
work.
    "Yeah. So, dinner?"
    I flipped through a file, not looking at him. "You have
plans with Will tonight."
    "Tomorrow then. I'll take you downtown."
    I blinked at him. "Is that a euphemism?"
    He scrubbed his hand over his face. "No. It's a real
date. Reservations, valet parking, jacket and tie required."
    "I don't look good in a tie."
    He clenched his jaw and sputtered through his teeth.
"Will you stop...? Just listen to me for once."
    God, I love annoying him. I crossed my arms over my
chest and tapped my foot.
    "That's better." His shoulders loosened and he let
out a huge breath.  "I'll pick you up at your hotel. Six-thirty. Don't
keep me waiting."
    Thinks he can give me instructions? I stood and
flattened my hands on the table, leaning toward him until I got right in his
face. "Oh you'll wait. You'll wait for me, you'll wait on me. And you'll treat me like a Goddamn queen."
    That familiar dirty grin reappeared. "Until we get to
bed."
    "Think you're gonna get laid tomorrow?"
    "Duh. I'm going out with you ."
    My fingers twitched, itching to slap him. Instead, I tapped
the table. "I don't put out on the first date."
    "That's not what I heard."
    I pushed back and tripped over the chair. He reached out to
catch me, but I jerked away from his grasp and planted my feet, jabbing my
finger into his chest. "We don't have to go out at all . You will treat me with respect. No more of this 'Talia is a horny slut' bullshit."
    Until we get to bed.
    His rattlesnake smile flickered a warning. "I like it
when you boss me around." He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his body,
breathing hard and close as if he intended to kiss me. But his gaze burned into
mine and only a hot breath touched my lips. "Don't get used to it."
    He let go and walked out the door, leaving me wondering if I
could get away with rubbing out a quick orgasm. Maybe if I pull the chair close
to the table and slip a hand under my skirt.... Ahh....
    "Talia is a horny slut."
    ***
    Alex knocked on my door at six twenty-nine. I probably
should've put my dress on before I opened it, but since I'd spent most of my
paycheck on a black lace bra and panties with a matching garter, I wanted to
make sure he got a good look at me in them.
    "You...." His voice trailed off as his gaze
travelled over my uplifted breasts to my silk-encased legs. "Look
good." His hand went to his crotch and he adjusted himself. "Real
good. Um... hi."
    "Hi yourself." Words weren't exactly my strong
suit at the moment because he looked as hot as I felt.
    He always wore a suit to work, but most of the time his tie
hung loose, and his shirt skewed off-center. I'd had to help him find his
jacket on more than one occasion. Usually he'd tossed it over the back of his
chair and wrinkled it when he sat down, or it had slipped to the floor and
gotten rolled over.
    But tonight he wore a tailored charcoal suit that fit
perfectly across his broad shoulders, and his tie and collar framed his
sculpted face like a Renaissance masterpiece.
    "Where's your dress?" He didn't bother looking for
it. His gaze was glued to my ass.
    "In the closet. I'll be right