‘Very,’ Matias confirmed drily. ‘She told me she was pregnant. Turned out she wasn’t but that was something I only discovered by accident.’
‘You told me I’m not my mother,’ Sophie ventured, still on the defence and still smarting but wanting him so badly it hurt, ‘and I’m not your ex-girlfriend.’ She wasn’t going to curl into him, which was what she wanted to do, but she wasn’t turning away either. She couldn’t.
‘And now that we’ve established that...’ he moved his hand away from the dampness between her legs to her breast and the teasing pink nipple begging to be licked ‘...why don’t we skip breakfast and carry on with our magical mystery tour of one another?’
‘I have to get back to London,’ Sophie said raggedly, her body already quivering in acquiescence.
‘No, you don’t. Have you forgotten that you have a debt to settle?’
‘Not like this!’
‘No,’ Matias agreed seriously, ‘not like this, but Iwouldlike to commission you to cook me breakfast and I’m not hungry yet, at least not for food.’
‘Matias...’
‘I want you in my bed, Sophie, and then, when we’ve made love and I’ve pleasured you in every way I know how, I would like to employ you to prepare breakfast for me because there’s still the matter of that pesky debt to be paid off. Will you do that?’
‘I’ll do that.’ Sophie frowned. ‘But when we leave here...’
Matias raised his eyebrows and teased the fluff between her legs until he could see her thoughts getting all tangled up in her head. ‘Hmm...?’
‘When we leave here,’ she panted, giving in as he knew she would, ‘none of this happened. Okay? I go back to being the caterer you employ so that I can pay off the money I owe you. It’s back to business.’
‘Sure,’ he agreed smoothly, wanting her even more now that she was setting just the sort of rules and regulations that should, in theory, appeal to him, because they were exactly the ones he would set himself. ‘But enough talking...’