Chapter 47

He picks up his glass of orange and takes a long drink, watching me carefully. Every mannerism controlled in his very Arrick way. I stare at him in fascination as he drinks his squash, at his Adam’s apple moving sexily in that strong neck.

“That sounds… nice,” I answer, aware that he is a little too focused on me. His eyes go straight to my bowl with a brow flicker as he puts his glass down.

For goodness’ sake, stop obsessing, Arry!

“Eat, Sophie, for the love of God, or I will literally spoon-feed you.” Arrick looks at his watch and pushes my bowl back at me in agitation after I eased it further out again; getting up, he has finished and gives me that Carrero glare. He is trying to exert a little command and failing. I shake my head at him and meet a sigh of resignation.

“Okay, so we have all that agreed on… Anything else?” I pout, pulling over the bowl, and taking a spoonful anyway. Because now, his sighing has me feeling shitty when all he wants is to take