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"But—"
"Into the car, little minx." I opened the back door, gesturing for her to enter. She crossed her arms instead, a defiant look crossing her face. I found her adorable.
"I feel like I'm taking advantage of you," her voice small. "First the credit card, now this?"
A laugh burst from my chest before I could contain it. The sound seemed to startle her, her eyes going wide. "My dear," I leaned down, letting my voice drop to a whisper, "I'm a demon. We're the ones who take advantage, remember?"
Her cheeks flushed that delightful shade of pink again. "Still!"
"Get in the car, Rosie." I softened my voice, though I kept my expression stern. "Let yourself be spoiled for once. Something tells me you're not used to it."
She bit her lower lip, drawing my attention to the plump flesh. I held back a growl, wanting to do that for her. "I'm really not," she admitted.
"Then consider this practice." I placed my hand on the small of her back, guiding her into the car. "After all, you'll need to be convincing as my partner this week. What kind of demon would I be if I didn't lavish attention on what's mine?"
The words slipped out before I could catch them. Rosie's head snapped up, her green eyes meeting mine. But instead of fear or anger, I saw something else flash across her face. Interest? Desire?
"Yours?" She whispered.
I cleared my throat, covering my slip. "For the week, of course. The contract."
"Right." Was that disappointment in her voice? Oh, I hoped it was. "The contract."
I closed her door perhaps a bit harder than necessary, cursing myself. This was going to be a long week if I couldn't keep my possessive nature in check. I moved around to the other side of the car, noting that Marcus had finished with the luggage and was already in the driver's seat.
As I slid in next to Rosie, she was staring out the window, chewing on her bottom lip again. My fingers itched to touch her, toturn her face toward mine.
"To the estate?" Marcus's voice interrupted my dangerous thoughts.
"Yes." I forced myself to look forward. "And Marcus? Take the scenic route."
Rosie had sent me all the information earlier.
The longer I had Rosie to myself before facing her family, the better. After all, we had details to discuss. That's what I told myself, anyway. It had nothing to do with how the morning light made her hair glow like fire, or how the soft leather seats had her pressed closer to me than strictly necessary.
Nothing at all.
Chapter Five
CHAPTER 5: ALDAINE
The car purred along the winding road as Rosie fidgeted with the hem of her dress. My fingers twitched with the urge to still her hands, to feel her soft skin against mine again.
"We should discuss our story," I focused my attention to the task at hand. "Your family will have questions about how we met."
She turned those mesmerizing green eyes on me. "Oh! Right. I hadn't thought about that." Her nose scrunched up adorably. "We probably shouldn't tell them I summoned you in my living room."
A laugh rumbled from my chest. "While that would certainly be memorable, perhaps we should aim for something more conventional."
"We could say we met at work?" She suggested, then immediately shook her head. "No, that won't work. They know I was let go from my last job."
My jaw clenched at that. I'd have to look into that situation later. Nobody mistreated what was mine.
"What about a coffee shop?" I offered, watching her expression. "It's cliché enough to be believable. I spilled my drink on you, insisted on paying for your dry cleaning, and wouldn't take no for an answer when I asked you to dinner."
Rosie burst into laughter, the sound making me hold back a purr of satisfaction. "You? Clumsy enough to spill coffee? Somehow I can't picture that."
I raised a brow at her. "I'll have you know I can be very clumsy when a beautiful woman catches my eye."
