CHAPTER TWELVE
When they were settled in Dax’s suite, she washed her face and changed her clothes, then he took her hand and led her to the sumptuous couch in the living room.
“You’re gonna give me the scoop, after that we’ll eat, then we’ll fuck.”
She had once accused Dax of not being much of a planner. Tonight, he proved otherwise, knowing just what he wanted and when.
“We didn’t have a room this big for our wedding night,” she said, in an effort to delay her confession.
“We took what they had available,” he said. “All we needed was a bed, and I provided that, didn’t I?”
“You always provide,” she said, linking her fingers on her lap. “You’ve got money and influence enough to look after yourself and me too. I don’t have that. I’m not… I mean, I don’t have a skill that I can use to s
