ANNATORIA
“Suddenly, this feels like an interview,” he chuckled, his fingers wiping the sides of his mouth. “I love that. Ask away. What do you want to know?”
“Uhm.” My face turned thoughtful. “Maybe how you developed Thorne Innovations? Your age? Or maybe your childhood? And also, why did you say that you are easy to hate? And why do you hide yourself from the public?”
“Wow.” His eyes wrinkled with mirth. “That’s a truckload.”
“Maybe after we eat, we can-”
“No. It’s fine. Let’s talk while eating.”
“Isn’t that like bad table manners?”
“f**k table manners when I have you seated in front of me.”
“Oh God.” I felt… what’s it called? Fanny flutters? Yeah. That. “You are a flirt.”
“Funny,” he briefly stood up halfway to adjust my plate, “I am usually not one. When I’m with you, it comes
