Page 143 of They Are Mine

“You’re not eating your dessert,” he says, voice smooth.

I blink down at my bowl, my pulse fluttering.

Oh. Right.

Food.

I give a soft little laugh, picking up my spoon, dipping into the dessert. “I was distracted,” I say.

Elliot hums, low and indulgent. “I tend to have that effect.”

Oh.

Oh.

A dangerous smile tugs at my lips.

I lift my spoon.

Lick it slowly.

Watch his eyes darken.

And think…

Oh, love.

You have no idea what you’ve just started.

Chapter Twenty-One

Elliot

I watch her watch me.

She thinks she’s subtle.

She isn’t.

For weeks now, I’ve felt her gaze from across the restaurant. Always alone. Always with some excuse to linger.

Precious little thing.

Too shy to approach me outright.

Until now.

She’s not shy tonight.

Not in that soft pink dress that clings to every curve, not in those heels that make her legs look like a masterpiece in motion.

She knows what she’s doing.

Or at least, she thinks she does.

I set my spoon down, fingers lacing together as I lean back slightly. “What’s your name?”

Her breath catches just a little.

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