Page 36 of Two of a Kind
Though she huffed a sound of feminine exasperation, her pupils dilated and her nipples couldn’t lie. Neither could the delicate flush blossoming along her neck. Her skin had turned that pretty pink blush when he had been pleasuring her, too.
“What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
She was annoyed with herself for responding, but shewasresponding. She liked his little show of dominance. He could definitely work with that.
Images of dribbling ice cream over those luscious breasts and licking them clean assaulted his mind.
He grinned. “Got any more?”
She blinked and snatched her hand back. He allowed it. Reluctantly. It was all about give-and-take.
“Maybe.” She sniffed.
His grin grew.
“Get another spoon, and I’ll tell you. Or better yet ...” His eyes dropped to her chest suggestively.
She sucked in a breath, then turned and wiggled that incredible ass toward the kitchen. He wouldn’t mind licking ice cream off that, either.
“Here.” She thrust the spoon at him then sauntered over to her couch. Scooping up the tub, she held it out to him. “Start talking. And don’t hog it all.”
Spencer didn’t know what he found more attractive: Kayla in her natural surroundings, or the bossy way she spoke to him. Both were incredible turn-ons.
But wait ... wasn’t he the one looking for answers?
He dipped the spoon into the tub of ice cream. “Let’s start with why you snuck away in the middle of the night.”
“I had a plane to catch.” She sniffed once again. “I’m surprised you even noticed, what with yourfiancéeshowing up and all.”
She had spoken the word as if it left a bad taste in her mouth. He understood that. The thought of marrying Chelsea had the same effect on him.
“She’s not my fiancée.”
Kayla snatched the container back and glared at him. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure I saw the big announcement trending in my sidebar a few times. What is that all about? Another blatant example of ‘fake news’?”
She was upset over news of his alleged engagement.The realization skittered happily through his chest, despite her scowl.
“I didn’t ask Chelsea to marry me. My father arranged all that.”
Her brows furrowed. “Your father? Why would he do that?”
“Because,” Spencer admitted, “he wants a merger between Dumas Industries and Chamberlain Corporation.”
She thought about that for a moment, then said, “Funny, I didn’t realize arranged marriages were included in boardroom negotiations these days.” She exhaled and shook her head. “Sorry, I’m not buying it. Go yank someone else’s chain.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Why would I lie?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because some women might find the fact that you’re engaged a huge turn-off,” she said sarcastically.
Maybe some women would feel that way, but not enough of them for him to care. There were always plenty of willing women eager to share his bed, regardless of his current relationship status.
“Would you?” he asked.
She didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely. Besides, I thoughtyouwere the CEO of Dumas Industries, not your father. Kinda shitty to lay the blame on him when you’re the one in charge.”
