The Wrong Wife (Morally Grey Billionaires #5)(44)
"And you said it was a date."
I stare at him, then chuckle. "Touché, soldier."
His own lips quirk, then he leans back in his chair. "Eat," he orders.
I focus on the food, take another bite, and another, and stop only when my plate is clean. He pours water into a glass and slides that over.
"Thanks." I take a few sips, then sit back with a sigh.
"Now ask your questions."
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and snap out a 'Yessir.' That’s only going to distract the both of us, and I need to complete the job I came here to do.
"What’s your favorite color?" I ask.
His forehead creases. "That’s what you want to ask me?"
"Humor me."
He looks skeptical, then takes another bite of his food, before placing the fork down. "Black."
"What a surprise," I mumble under my breath.
He arches an eyebrow. "You say something?"
"No, no, of course not." I smile at him sweetly. "Do you prefer to call or text?”
"Neither."
I frown. "Indoors or outdoors."
"Either, as long as I’m on my own."
I scoff, "What do you want to do on your next vacation?"
“Climb Uluru.”
I blink. It must be a coincidence he mentioned one of the must-do’s from my bucket list.
“Something you’ve always wanted to experience?”
“Swimming with dolphins.”
I gape at him, then shake my head. Another coincidence, that’s all it is.
"Dark chocolate or white chocolate?"
"Bitter chocolate."
Of course, it’s bitter. I stifle a snort. "Pineapple on your pizza?"
"I hate pizza."
My jaw drops. "Who hates pizzas?"
He gives me that 'Knight look' which says, 'hurry up and get on with it, you’re wasting my time.'
"What is your hidden talent?"
The left side of his mouth curls. "Giving women orgasms."
Now, I do roll my eyes. "I walked into that one."
"You did." His smile widens, only a teensy bit. But it’s enough to light up his features. He looks younger, more innocent. Is this how he looked when he was younger? Before he went into the military? Before he was taken captive?
"Do you prefer to drive or be driven—" I raise a hand. "No, don’t answer that. What do you think about PDA?"
"What’s that?"
"Public displays of affection?"
"If you mean sex in a public place—"
I flush. "I don’t."
"But if you did, then, as you’re aware, I’m all for it."
Damn, he manipulated that question to his advantage. I need to think of something that he has no choice but to answer in a straightforward manner.
"What makes you angry?"
"People who waste my time," he growls in a pointed fashion.
"What makes you laugh?"
"You."
His eyes almost twinkled when he said that. I swear they did.
"Are you a forgiver or a forgetter?"
"Neither." The creases deepen from the edges of his eyes.
Damnit, think of a trickier question. Go on, you can do this!
"What is your idea of beauty?"
"You."
I frown. "Be serious."
"I am being serious."
"So, you want your wife to look like me?’
He rubs his finger under his lip, then shrugs. "Sure, why not."
"You could be more enthusiastic, considering how this is going to change your life."
"Not as much as it’s going to change her life."
I roll my eyes. "Favorite movie?"
"Shark attack."
"You’re joking!" I accuse him.
"Nope, I like sharks."
"That’s because you’re like them."
"Are you talking about my pointed teeth? Or the fact that I like to circle my prey before I move in?"
Is he talking about me? Am I the prey? I push the thought aside and ask my next question, "What book are you reading these days?"
"I’m not, but if I were, it would be Harry Potter."
I swear, hearts appear in my eyes, and I blink them away. "You want to read Harry Potter?"
"Sure, time I found out what all the fuss is about, don’t you think?"
"Personally, I prefer the fanfic."
"Fanfic?" A furrow appears between his eyebrows.
"Yep, especially the one featuring Dramione."
"That’s a character from the story I take it?"
"Actually, it’s the 'ship between two characters, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."
"Ship?"
"I mean, relationship. The two are at each other’s throats all the time in the Potterverse; that’s the setting of the series."
"I guessed that," he says dryly. "And I take it Draco and Hermione hate each other in the series, but the fans want them to poke each other?" He touches the thumb and forefinger of his left hand and inserts the forefinger of his other hand through the gap created.