Chapter 9

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Her view.

"Mother, we're staying. You can let Edith know that the dinner service may begin."
"Always so bossy." She looks at Harry indulgently. "Just like your father."
"I'm not bossy, Anne." Desmond looks at her and he rolls his eyes.
"You used to be." She grins at me, and I see her hand going over to his knee. What the—? I think to myself. Is she flirting with her husband at the table? No wonder Harry's so straightforward with his want for sex. I know that Europeans are meant to be a lot more open to the idea of talking about sex and even showing their interest, but I didn't expected this. Especially not from the queen of ice.

Dinner's pretty quiet for the most part. I'm glad that there aren't many people. I know my dress would have been the talk of the town if there would've been outsiders here.
"Would you have let me wear this dress to a larger dinner party?" I ask Xavier as we made our way to the Harry.
"I don't know. It's not for me to let you do anything. Is it, Cassidy?"
"I don't mean 'let.'" I roll my eyes. "Obviously it's not for you to let me do anything. I just meant, would you have attempted to persuade me to wear another outfit if you had known there were going to be more people there?"
"Why would I try and dissuade you from wearing your fashion? Clothing is also art, and I'm glad to see you expressing yourself."
"You're an asshole," I exclaim. "Obviously a bright red dress with yellow polka dots is not how I'm expressing myself. What sort of expression do you think I'm making?"
"Well, red typically represents whores and yellow is used by advertisers to attract people to a product they are selling. So perhaps the outfit is expressing that..." He pauses and looks at me and smiles.

"Let's not talk about it. Tomorrow is another day and there will be a more formal dinner with a large group of people. I suggest you wear something you'll be more comfortable in."
"Why, I don't believe it. I do believe you just stopped yourself from calling me a whore." I laugh as we walk into the bedroom. "I never would have believed it."
"You can show me your thanks tonight if you want."
"How's that, then?"
"In bed?" He grins and I groan.
"You're really too much."
"It will be a way for us to christen our relationship."
"We've already had sex." I walk over to my bag and pull out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
"We don't need to christen anything."
"Well, this would be our first time as an engaged couple,"
"We're not even engaged."

I walk to the bathroom and then closed the door. "In case you didn't get it, the answer's no." I shout so that he can hear me as I change my clothes.
"Sexy." Harry's waiting for me outside the door as I vacate the bathroom. "I take it that those are the clothes you intend to wear to bed."
"You are smart."
"You've got a smart mouth."
"A smart mouth?"
"You're mouthy. Too mouthy for me. I have a mind to show you what I think should happen to women that mouth off at me."
"Oh, yeah? What's that? Do you want to wash my mouth out with soap?"
"No." He follows me over to the bed. "No soap. Though, I would like to put something in your mouth."
"You want to put something in my mouth?" I stare at him in confusion and then it hit me. "Oh." I blush and then glare at him. "You wish."

"Don't tell me that you're going to be boring tonight?" He pouts as he walks to the door and locks it. He pulls out the key and puts it on the nightstand next to the bed. "We can do anything we want tonight without fear of getting caught."
"All I want to do is sleep."
"That's a pity." He loosens his tie. "There are so many other things we could be doing."
"You could show me some of the paintings in the palace." I smile at him sweetly. "That would be quite nice as well."
"You want to see the paintings?" He looks surprised.
"I was in your art class, remember. I like art." I yawn. "I wasn't in it for fun."
"I didn't think you were." He pulls off his shirt, and I gaze at his chest. I am finding it very hard to think as he takes his clothes off.
"What are you doing?" My jaw drops as his fingers get to the top of his boxers. "You can't take your boxers off."
"Why not? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

"Harry. You can't sleep in the nude."
"I think you'll find that I can." He grin. "I can and I will."
"That's not fair." I step back.
"You can sleep in the nude as well. I'm not stopping you."
"That's not what I'm complaining about."
"Why are you being like this?" He frowns, looking annoyed. "Why are you playing these games?"
"I'm not playing games. What are you talking about? If anything, you're the one that is playing games."
"What do you want from me, Cassidy?"
"What do you want from me, Harry?" I look into his tense green eyes. "Honestly, I don't know what you want. I know you said you're trying to help me, but I don't know what this is all about. Why am I here?"
"Do you really want to know?" He stares into my eyes unblinking.
"Yes." I nod.
"Sit down." He nods towards the bed. "Sit down and I'll tell you everything."

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