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in my care. It’s my duty to watch over and protect you. My son
and your daughter would not be happy with me if I allowed you to run yourself
down. I’ll let you pick out whatever food you’d like, but we’re eating now.”
    Carlotta dug in her very sexy heels. “I do not appreciate
your bossiness.”
    “It’s not the first time, and I doubt it will be the last.”
    Caleb ushered her out the door. She stomped and huffed, and
in truth, he had to work not to laugh…and be a little proud. When Hunter had
first brought her to his house, she’d been meek and willing to accept anything
in order not to create waves. And to look at her asserting herself now? It made
his cock hard. Then again, everything about her did.
    Herding her out to the truck, he helped her up, then hopped
into the driver’s side. “Where’s a good place to eat? I figure you used to live
here, so you’d probably know. Have a favorite?”
    She still seemed put out with him, but did answer. “One of
my favorite places is very near here. At the end of the street, take a right.
In two stoplights, head left. I will tell you when to stop.”
    Fair enough. He
followed directions and found himself parallel parking in the middle of a
little downtown district that had been revitalized with unique shops, antique
stores, a cupcake bakery, and… “Primrose and Saxby’s?”
    Despite the rundown brick building, the lacy curtains
screamed feminine and delicate. Carlotta sent him a coy smile as she approached
the stained glass door.
    Caleb pulled it open for her and a blast of sweet-smelling
air hit him immediately. Flowers—and lots of them. Scented candles added
another cloying note to the pungent, barfworthy fragrance. And lots of estrogen. Old-fashioned jewelry
filled glass cases, framed by overflowing antiques that looked a hell of a lot
like junk to him. And goddamn dolls everywhere in frilly dresses and dainty
shoes with unblinking glass eyes. Oh,
hell. What did women see in places like this?
    A woman in a Victorian dress showed them to their table. A
man in a tuxedo serenaded the crowd, singing sappy love songs and doing his
best Barry White imitation. The menu consisted of items like chicken chutney
salad, afternoon tea finger sandwiches, basil cheese tarts, and cream of leek
soup. Carlotta pressed her lips together, looking exactly like the cat who
swallowed the canary.
    The waitress took their order, and he’d been thrilled to
find a burger on the menu. Not his first choice, but the rest of this bird food
would wear off in a couple of hours. Carlotta ordered a turkey swiss wrap and a
lemon scone with clotted cream.
    Caleb had no idea what that was precisely, but he had to
admit that the food was actually pretty edible, even if the music made him want
to vomit. She offered him half of the scone thing, which looked a bit like a
hard turnover to him. He declined, and she bit into the scone. The look on her
face as she did, the moan, the way she nibbled and licked her lips… Hell, did
she have any idea how close he was to plucking her up from her chair, laying
her across the table, and tearing her clothes off?
    Gnashing his teeth as she spooned on some of that sweet
white cream and finished the little dessert, he counted the minutes until he
could escape this joint and get her alone.
    “Did you used to come here a lot?” he asked to keep her
talking. If they were having a conversation, they couldn’t be fucking—at least
in theory. He could think of a lot of things he’d like to say to her while
buried deep.
    A smile spread across her beautiful face. God, those plump
lips he wanted to own with his own mouth, his cock, his…
    Stop. He had to
yank his head out of her pussy, at least figuratively. If he ever got there
literally, he probably wouldn’t come up for air for a long fucking while.
    “Never,” she admitted softly.
    But she’d wanted to torture him a bit for forcing her to eat
and make him regret bending her to his will. This place