CHAPTER TWELVE
“Mm.” Osana took a dainty sip of the gourmet potato soup.
Shad scooped pasta onto his fork and blew on it. “How’s your soup?”
Osana savored the creamy, decadent mixture. “Better than sex.”
He chuckled. “Not with me.” He sucked in noodles.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s not better than s*x with me.” He winked. “I guarantee it.”
She cleared her throat and stirred her soup.
“Did I make you uncomfortable?”
She took a sip of wine. “I thought this was about business.”
He chewed with his head c****d to the side. “I like a little pleasure with my business. Am I making you feel weird?”
She licked soup from her lip. “I can handle you.”
“It sure would be fun if you tried to handle me. What did you think of my proposal?”
She lifted the documents he had presented. “Interesting.”
“You l
