God, he frustrated the hell out of her. Who did he think he was to make demands of her? That was not how it worked. She threw open her closet doors and stared at the dresses which hung there, trying to decide what to wear to a steak dinner she didn't want to attend. He'd probably order for her this time, all in the guise of being the perfect gentleman. It was a ploy, she knew. He was trying to prove he wasn't a player, that's all. Just like the other night when he made her practically beg for him to come into her apartment and f**k her.
Karla unlocked the door to her condo, and then turned to see how Mitch played out the ending to their night. Once the meal was over, he ordered a cup of coffee and continued the conversation while he sipped it. Then, he paid the check and escorted her back
