Chapter 118

It wasn’t vanity, it unleashed the goddess within her that he knew she possessed.

He just gave her the right tools to play with the devil - in him.

“We can order room service when we get there,” Charles said as he kept his eyes on the road, driving his Mercedes all morning.

The sun hadn’t risen yet, but they’d been out for about an hour, Rosabella sitting beside him in the passenger seat as she sipped her iced americano through a straw.

“Let me guess. You’ve booked a room in some luxury hotel that will probably only serve foie gras or something gross like that.”

“I guess that’s your way of telling me you don’t like French food?”

“Is anyone really, Charles? Seriously now. My parents ate this crap or caviar not because it was good. Because it was expensive.”

Charles had to hold back his laughter, though amusement was still evident on his face.

Yes, his little flame is there again.

“So what would you like to eat?”

“A cheese sa