Page 81 of Ruthless Secrets
I’m glad she has had something to focus on that makes her happy, but she also needs to eat.
I softly knock at the door, a smile tugging on my lips at the thought of seeing what she’s been working on. She always gets so excited to show me her projects.
“Come in!”
“Dinner is served, m’lady.” I carry in the tray of food and shut the door behind me with my foot.
Clara lifts her head from where she’s sitting at her sewing table, and my chest swells when her face breaks out into a huge smile.
Her blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail that drapes over her shoulder, and she’s wearing the same pink dress that she wore on our date.
For a moment, I stand by the door, completely transfixed by her.
“You brought me food?” Her voice snaps me out of my trance.
“Thought you would be hungry.” I carry the tray over to her worktable.
It’s covered in pieces of scrap material and markers. I have no idea what any of it is for, but if it makes Clara happy, then that’s all that matters.
She laughs, clutching her stomach as it rumbles loudly. “I guess I am. Being in here is like being inside a casino. I have no idea what time it is.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Not if I should be socializing with your family.”
“They don’t mind. Though Lila says she wants you to make all of you matching dresses.”
“All of us?” She frowns.
“You, her, Rosa, Zoe, and Holly.”
Clara clutches her hands together. “Oh, my god, that would be adorable! I think I have the perfect fabric.”
She jumps to her feet and rushes over to the wall of supplies.
Before she can get distracted, I grab her around the waist and pull her back against me.
“Dinner first,” I murmur in her ear before nipping at her earlobe.
“Is that code for something else?” She turns her head to look up at me.
I bite back a groan as I press my hardening cock into her ass. “Do you want it to be?”
I kiss along her neck.
Her hand moves to the back of my neck as she rubs against me, eliciting sighs of pleasure.
But then the sound of her stomach growling interrupts us, and we both burst out laughing.
“Time to eat.” I release my arms from around her waist.
“Fine…” She rolls her eyes and walks back to her sewing table.
I subtly palm my length through my pants as I eye her bare legs. If I didn’t have to meet with my brother before heading to Nox, I would lock myself in here with Clara for the rest of the night.
As Clara tucks into her dinner, I take a seat in the armchair beside the window.
I want to ask her all about the projects she’s been so busy with, but she also needs to eat, so I force myself to keep quiet.
