Page 14 of Scorned Beauty

“So, are you talking about simply hooking up?”

“Something like that.”

His gaze lowered to the breakfast spread. “You’re not eating. You want something else?”

“I’m not picky with food.” I picked up a croissant and bit into it. “I eat when I can and I eat whatever.”

“Say yes, Sloane.”

“To be your fuck buddy?”

He paused, as if testing the words in his head. “That might be jumping ahead. How about we see how the weekend turns out first?”

I had to grin. Typical male with commitment issues.

“So, do we just get naked on this table and go for it?”

His eyes darkened. “If you want.”

“I have standards.”

“I don’t date. I don’t do romance.”

“Wow, you really tell it like it is.”

“I don’t want there to be any misconception or expectations of what I’m capable of giving.”

“Just orgasms, then?”

His eyes gleamed, and he shifted in his chair. “I’ll give you all the orgasms you want,” he said thickly.

I raised my mug and smiled into my coffee. This was proving to be fun.

“Like I said, I have standards.” I cleared my throat.

“Like what?”

“I need to at least like a person I have sex with.”

“I can be likable.”

“And I’ll need you to get along with Ginger.”

“Who the fuck is Ginger?”

Chapter

Five

Sloane

“Meow.”

Ginger detested the cat carrier, and she made her displeasure known. After breakfast, Dom and I headed to the animal rescue center and picked up a former neighbor’s cat.

We used Dom’s Escalade because my van was being temperamental. Besides the groceries, Dom asked his minions to deliver him a car and clothes. Another glaring difference in our lifestyles. I didn’t get to order people to do my bidding. I was the hired help.

If I had used Ginger to gauge Dom’s likability, he’d have failed instantly. She hissed at Dom on sight, and Dom returned her reaction with equal distaste, as though Ginger was vermin.