Page 32 of Captive Vows
“She’s not…” He frowned again. “You’re not going to have her be a whore?”
Fuck no.I couldn’t even imagine letting anyone see her, let alone touch her.
“Then are you going to sell her?”
I winced, not a fan of that option either. The more time I spent near her, the more reluctant I was to give her up.
“I don’t know what my plan will be for her.” I gave him a stern look. “Leave it at that.” A man could be undecided from time to time.
At the sound of her coming down the steps, wearing one of those skeptical frowns, I had a fleeting desire to see her smile.
It occurred to me only then, while my nephew walked away, that she hadn’t given me one yet.
Gabriella hadn’t given me anything.
And I couldn’t shake this nagging interest in her.
I didn’t want her to give mesomething.
I wanted her to submit and give meeverything.
Stop. Listen to yourself. What is this bullshit? Just stop.
As she approached, I walked toward her and snapped my fingers. “Change of plans.”
She raised her brows, stopping on the last step of the staircase, putting her slightly higher than usual.
“Let’s enjoy this on the balcony.”
She shrugged and gestured for me to lead the way.
“I thought you agreed to no more silence.”
“I thought you dictated that it wasn’t allowed.”
There. That’s better.I relished her spunk and fire. Taking her hand, I nodded at the staff to move our dinner placement to the private balcony on my floor. The sounds of the city would reach us, but that never bothered me. It was still private and sheltered, too high up for anyone to see us in that particular space.
“For the record,” she added dryly as we headed to the elevator, “I’ll never ‘agree’ to anything you want.”
“You think so?” I let her enter the elevator first.
“I know so.” She gave me a haughty look.
“Hmm. What about if I offered you a chance to reach your dreams?”
She scowled. “You don’t know what my dreams are.”
“Then tell me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t care enough to make them come true.”
I watched her lean against the elevator wall, curious. No, that wasn’t true. She fascinated me, fighting me at every turn. It was the ultimate taunt, pulling me under her spell.
“What if I could?”
