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answer my questions.”
    “Oh? Is that what you were going to beg me for?” he husks, pressing me into the back of the couch again. I feel his thick bulge press against my thigh and it takes everything in my power to not squirm away and let him win. He wants to make me uncomfortable, well, I’m not going to give in that easily.
    “Actually, I think you’ll find I won’t be begging you for anything. I will, however, be getting my story. Whether you’re painted in a particularly flattering light or not is entirely up to you, Chef .”

 
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
    Jasper
    W ho the hell does this girl think she is? I find myself wondering.
    Also, Who the hell is this girl?
    I’d tried my best after the meeting at the rag magazine to put her out of my mind. To forget those wide-doe eyes and the prim and proper purse of her lips that incite entirely improper images in my mind.
    For fuck’s sake, she shows up at my doorway unannounced and rather than turn her away, I’m trying to get a rise out of her and rock fucking hard while doing it.
    And now, she’s trying to threaten my reputation or something? That’s rich.
    I laugh and let my hand glide over her hip, delighting in the way she tenses and watches my splayed fingers as if they’re covered in venomous stingers.
    “Flattering? I’m sorry, sweetheart, do you even know what kind of reputation I’ve got?”
    She rolls her eyes and takes a long drink of her coffee, ignoring my fingertips teasing the waistband of her pants.
    What the fuck is wrong with me? This hangover has sandpaper in my mouth, a fucking stampede of elephants in my temples and I’m still thinking of ways to get her naked.
    “I know enough. I also know that your manager is quite set on you actually cooperating with this interview and even if you don’t care about pissing me off, you probably don’t want to get on his bad side.”
    Fuck me, she’s got a point. Not that I’ll let her know it.
    I take a step back and cross my arms over my chest, watching her lick those pouty pink lips as she gives my physique a once-over. Yeah. Suzette may think that she’s got an ice-cold facade, but I see right through that.
    “Elliot works for me, luv, not the other way around.”
    She throws up her hands and lets out this fucking adorable little groan of frustration at me, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed with this sexy angry look. It takes nearly all of my willpower to not smirk at her.
    “You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”
    “So I’ve been told.”
    “No,” she cuts me off with a sharp look and a pointing finger, “You’re ridiculous. You think you’re this big tough World Famous Chef and that means everyone’s just going to bend over backwards to make you happy, but that’s not my fucking job.”
    Now I do smirk, taking the opportunity to let my lips drift toward her ear.
    “But you’d love bending over for me, wouldn’t you Suzette?” I husk, barely letting my lips touch her earlobe.
    She shivers and, God help me, I’m about ready to embarrass myself right then and there.
    Her breath catches and I see her chest flush with excitement but then her eyes are stony again and she narrows her gaze at me.
    “You’re disgusting. And unprofessional. If you don’t want to do the fucking interview then you need to take that up with your manager because until I’ve heard otherwise, I’m going to be writing it. With or without your cooperation.”
    The girl’s got spunk. I’ll give her that. Not many people would be able to show up at my hotel room while I’m still half-drunk and completely hungover and live to tell the tale. Something about the fire in her eyes makes me want to dig deeper into Suzette Quincy. I want to know what makes her tick.
    And then I want to watch her come undone beneath me. Crying out ‘Jasper Wild’ for the whole fucking world to hear.
    “So, what’s in it for me, then?”
    Her mouth falls open in a surprised little ‘o’ and she looks genuinely shocked