Chapter 41
“Nae, you’re not made of sugar,” he said, licking the corner of her mouth. “But of something much more delicious.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Sophia put the ice-cream in the kitchen freezer and closed it. She grabbed his hand and took him to the TV room. She waited until he sat by her side and served them more wine. “Okay. We had hot s*x—”
“We made love,” he corrected, his full attention on her now.
“Right. We made hot love twice. We both showered again. We ate dinner. We are sated and happy. Now, you can spill it.”
He looked away for a second. How well you maneuver me, huh? “Pardon?”
“Something has been bothering you for days. I can bet it’s not the South America deal,” she said, coming directly to the point. “I want to know what it is.”
Bothering, no. Saddening, but I’ll
