Her Vampire Husband. Michele HaufЧитать онлайн книгу.
dotted with capers and closed her eyes to savor.
“I remember capers,” Creed said. “A Greek delicacy. Very tart. Do you know they are actually unopened flower buds?”
“I do. Imagine that. Eating pickled flowers. So decadent.”
“You like decadence.”
“I do, but I don’t get nearly enough of it. The pack compound was more redneck beer and bruisers than nightclub fun, you know?”
Another forkful of dinner passed her lips. A drop of lemon sauce dribbled down her chin, which she skillfully mastered with a dab of napkin.
“I bet,” she said, “despite your need to appear refined, you have some very decadent moments.”
“I’ve been known to debauch and indulge with the best of them. That eighteenth century was a good one.”
“But no longer? Now you’ve retired from the raucous and prefer to wither away in your big old estate?”
“Your presumptions of my social life are all wrong, Blu. If it is decadence you crave, I can give you that.”
“Really? But that would require…”
He waited for her to summon the truth of them. Five days married and they were still no closer than they had been that first night. Perhaps more comfortable around each other, but the divide between them gaped.
“That we get along?” he provided.
“We do get along.” A sweep of crusty French bread through the lemon sauce occupied her. “Much better than I expected we would.” She stroked her stomach again, making a sour face, but dismissed it quickly. “I still barely know you. To do so I need some basic details.”
“Such as?”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.