Chapter Nine

Warning: Fiiiiction.

“What time is it?” I whispered as I kissed his earlobe.
“Nearly five. Are you hungry?” he faced me, his eyes filled with what appeared to be concern.
I hadn’t eaten since early that morning. I hadn’t noticed how hungry I was until he has mentioned it. I nodded in response. He smiled sweetly, with a glint of mischief in his eye.
He loosened his arms begrudgingly and began to put the finishing touches on our meal. He told me to wait in the kitchen while he went into the separate dining room to prepare. With the food ready, he brought the plates in.
When he returned, he motioned for me to follow him. The room was decorated with art deco furniture. An ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling and emitted a low light. The walls were a deep shade of burgundy. As my eyes followed Anderson, they were led to the table set in the centre of the room. On the table was a small, elegant bouquet of red roses cut short so we would see one another. Place settings were out, candles lit around the room adding to the ambiance. In a silver bucket was what I assumed to be a chilled bottle of wine.
Anderson stood waiting for me, holding out a chair. I ran my fingers delicately along the back of the chair, savouring the sensation of wood on skin, before purposefully brushing against him as I passed. I had as much power over him as he did over me. Slowly, I lowered myself into the chair, making sure I made contact with his stomach as I went.
“Thank you, Mr. Cooper,” a hint of poison deep in my voice.
After he seated himself, he leaned in on his elbows, his chin nearly touching the rose blooms. He looked directly at me, his gaze intense and heated once again.
“Tease,” he hissed at me.
I laughed, pleased and amused. I could tell it bothered him that he couldn’t just have me. I was new, difficult and stubborn. I’d become a challenge he was determined to conquer. It was written all over his face.