Then the juicy curve of her ass appears, and shock radiates through me.
At the base of the spiral staircase, she swings around to face me. Her dark hair hangs loose, but given that it rests just past her shoulders these days, it doesn’t offer much in the way of coverage. Her breasts are bared, her nipples pointing right at me. Along with the V between her legs.
“Eight o’clock,” she says lightly, stepping off the last step. “I’m right on time.”
I bite back a smirk. She’s a bold one. Always has been, really. But now she has the fire inside of her to let it all burn.
“The waiters will be out in a minute,” I say casually.
She cocks her head to the side and smiles. “Great, I’m starving.”
She walks over to the table and places her hand on the chair, but she makes no move to sit down. She stares at me, her self-satisfied smirk a challenge.
“Sir, can we serve—”
The waiter, whose name has already slipped my mind, comes to an abrupt stop the moment he enters the room and catches sight of Willow.
He’s carrying a bottle of sparkling water that nearly topples from his hands. Willow lets out a little giggle that’s entirely unlike her.
“Oops,” she says. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I… I… you… you didn’t… ma’am.”
His cheeks are flushed with color. Even though he’s trying not to look at her, his eyes can’t help drinking her in.
And all I can think is, Stop looking at what is fucking mine.
“Get out,” I growl in a low voice that echoes across the room. “And stay out until I call for you. Tell the others.”
The waiter trips in his haste to get out of the room and disappears into the kitchen. I get to my feet slowly and glare at Willow.
“What?” she asks, with a shrug of her shoulders. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“I offered you clothes.”
“And I said I’d rather go naked than wear what you’d picked for me. You gave me your blessing. Thus, here we are.”
“Is that what I gave you?” I ask, rounding the table so that I’m standing right in front of her. “My blessing?”
“That’s what I took it to mean.”
“Then you were mistaken.”
She smiles and I can see her confidence grow by the second. “Well, I’m here now. And like I said, I’m hungry. Are you going to feed me?”
“Not like that.”
My eyes rake down her body, but she seems unconcerned. She gives a deep sigh and sits down. “Well, don’t make me wait too long. Whatever that is smells delicious. You can tell the cute waiter to bring out dinner.”
I clench my fists. She’s really going for it.
“Go get your robe,” I tell her.
She looks up at me with a sweet smile. “I’d rather not. I kind of like walking around naked. It’s very… freeing.”
She’s feeling triumphant, but the night has only just begun. Snarling, I spin away and leave her sitting there at the dining table by herself.
When I return, it’s with two plates of food from the kitchen. Her expression sours. I plunk one plate in front of her and take my seat.
“Bon appetit.”
“Where are the waiters?” she asks.
“In their rooms down in the lower cabins for the rest of the night,” I tell her. “Probably jacking off to you.”
She shrugs. “Glad to have given them a show.”
I swallow my anger and regard her with new interest. If she’s willing to go this far just to piss me off, I’m curious about what else she’ll do.
“That’s true. Not every man can claim to have seen his boss’s wife naked. That’ll make you giving them orders so much more interesting.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Why would I need to give them orders?”
“You’re the mistress of the house.”
She snorts derisively. “Don’t patronize me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
She leans back in her chair, and I can’t help but be distracted by the sway of her breasts. She’s flawless. Truly and completely flawless.
“I’m your prisoner, Leo. Nothing more.”
“What you are is stubborn. That’s the only reason you’ve been confined to your room.”
“Meaning what? If I comply, I can walk around naked anywhere I like?”
“I don’t see why not.”