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in the oven, and was about to start chopping vegetables to add to the curry sauce.
He stopped sniffing. “What’s that? That’s not-”
“I know, I know. Don’t tell my mother.” Aiva rolled her eyes. “We can eat food from other cultures, you know. It won’t kill us.”
“Is this a good time to mention I love Vietnamese?”
She put a hand on her hip, held titling. “Huh. Really?”
“Absolutely. If you can figure out how to do a good banh mi, I will put you on my board of directors.”
Her brow rose. “I wouldn’t hold you to that. Flowers and three employees are enough of a headache for me.”
“Well, if you change your mind. Here.”
She took the box, placing it on the table. Pulling off the lid and removing the tissue-
“Oh. Oh, my. Leon.”
The gown was a swath of rose gold satin, the skirt long and full, the bodice encrusted with hundreds of tiny beads. Cap sleeves and a collar clearly made it of vintage design, the neckline dipping in a low vee held together with genuine gold bows like brooches.
She looked at him. “What is this for?”
“The EarthDay Gala fundraiser. We have seats.”
Aiva sat down in a chair. Tickets to that Gala- at the low end- were a grand a plate.
“When?”
“Tuesday evening.”
It was just like him. “Leon, don’t you think you should have warned me? I haven’t even had my hair trimmed in weeks.”
He laughed. “You have plenty of time. It takes more than seventy-two hours to do hair?”
She glared. “No, but it takes nearly a week to get an appointment with my hairdresser.”
He shrugged. “Oh, don’t worry about that. She’ll squeeze you in.”
Aiva didn’t bother to ask how he was so sure. Her hand caressed the gown. She’d never worn something so beautiful in her life.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “You don’t have to buy me all these presents, you know. Not that I’m complaining.”
“No, I haven’t noticed you complaining.” He smiled at her, taking her hands to draw her to her feet. Wrapping an arm around her waist, his other hand cupped the back of her neck. Her heart began to beat, the way it always did when he fit his body to hers. “I like buying you things. What’s the point of being rich if I can’t spoil my woman?”
“Am I?” she asked softly, hands resting on his shoulders.
His dark brow rose. “Are you what?”
“Your woman.”
Green eyes narrowed. “What kind of question is that?”
“A simple question. You say I’m your woman, but…” Aiva hesitated, her normal bluntness deserting her. And she could feel the heat coloring her cheeks. “We haven’t- I mean-”
His expression cleared. “Ah. Aiva, don’t ever doubt me.”
He pulled her closer, guiding her palm down his body until she was touching him, cupping his hardening length. She inhaled. The heat of him, the pulse of life in his organ awoke an answering yearning. Licking her lips, Aiva stroked gently, feeling something dark and primal rise in her.
Leon swore, hand tightening in her hair. “Damnit, Aiva. That was a bad idea.”
“Why? Why is it a bad idea? Why can’t we just fuck, Leon?”
He jerked, taking a full step back. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended that she’d made a grown man, a man who headed a corporation with roots in organized crime, flee from her.
“I made a promise,” he said roughly.
“ What? ”
He closed his eyes, nearly cringing. “Your father made me promise not to… dishonor you before we were wed.”
“ You and my father discussed me and sex ?”
He caught her around the waist as she whirled, heading towards the counter where her house phone rested.
“Jesus, don’t call him. He’ll know something is up.”
Aiva twisted in his arms, glaring, not caring that now his cheeks were also tinged with a deeper color.
“You let me go! I am going to call him, and I’m going to give him a piece of my mind! How dare you to discuss my decisions, my life, behind my back like I’m the
He stopped sniffing. “What’s that? That’s not-”
“I know, I know. Don’t tell my mother.” Aiva rolled her eyes. “We can eat food from other cultures, you know. It won’t kill us.”
“Is this a good time to mention I love Vietnamese?”
She put a hand on her hip, held titling. “Huh. Really?”
“Absolutely. If you can figure out how to do a good banh mi, I will put you on my board of directors.”
Her brow rose. “I wouldn’t hold you to that. Flowers and three employees are enough of a headache for me.”
“Well, if you change your mind. Here.”
She took the box, placing it on the table. Pulling off the lid and removing the tissue-
“Oh. Oh, my. Leon.”
The gown was a swath of rose gold satin, the skirt long and full, the bodice encrusted with hundreds of tiny beads. Cap sleeves and a collar clearly made it of vintage design, the neckline dipping in a low vee held together with genuine gold bows like brooches.
She looked at him. “What is this for?”
“The EarthDay Gala fundraiser. We have seats.”
Aiva sat down in a chair. Tickets to that Gala- at the low end- were a grand a plate.
“When?”
“Tuesday evening.”
It was just like him. “Leon, don’t you think you should have warned me? I haven’t even had my hair trimmed in weeks.”
He laughed. “You have plenty of time. It takes more than seventy-two hours to do hair?”
She glared. “No, but it takes nearly a week to get an appointment with my hairdresser.”
He shrugged. “Oh, don’t worry about that. She’ll squeeze you in.”
Aiva didn’t bother to ask how he was so sure. Her hand caressed the gown. She’d never worn something so beautiful in her life.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “You don’t have to buy me all these presents, you know. Not that I’m complaining.”
“No, I haven’t noticed you complaining.” He smiled at her, taking her hands to draw her to her feet. Wrapping an arm around her waist, his other hand cupped the back of her neck. Her heart began to beat, the way it always did when he fit his body to hers. “I like buying you things. What’s the point of being rich if I can’t spoil my woman?”
“Am I?” she asked softly, hands resting on his shoulders.
His dark brow rose. “Are you what?”
“Your woman.”
Green eyes narrowed. “What kind of question is that?”
“A simple question. You say I’m your woman, but…” Aiva hesitated, her normal bluntness deserting her. And she could feel the heat coloring her cheeks. “We haven’t- I mean-”
His expression cleared. “Ah. Aiva, don’t ever doubt me.”
He pulled her closer, guiding her palm down his body until she was touching him, cupping his hardening length. She inhaled. The heat of him, the pulse of life in his organ awoke an answering yearning. Licking her lips, Aiva stroked gently, feeling something dark and primal rise in her.
Leon swore, hand tightening in her hair. “Damnit, Aiva. That was a bad idea.”
“Why? Why is it a bad idea? Why can’t we just fuck, Leon?”
He jerked, taking a full step back. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended that she’d made a grown man, a man who headed a corporation with roots in organized crime, flee from her.
“I made a promise,” he said roughly.
“ What? ”
He closed his eyes, nearly cringing. “Your father made me promise not to… dishonor you before we were wed.”
“ You and my father discussed me and sex ?”
He caught her around the waist as she whirled, heading towards the counter where her house phone rested.
“Jesus, don’t call him. He’ll know something is up.”
Aiva twisted in his arms, glaring, not caring that now his cheeks were also tinged with a deeper color.
“You let me go! I am going to call him, and I’m going to give him a piece of my mind! How dare you to discuss my decisions, my life, behind my back like I’m the
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