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fire.”
Pearl stole the words right out of his mouth again. There would be fire, all right, and plenty of it. Because the mystery man was probably someone at Rockfield’s where she worked.
It was time to pay the local oyster house a visit.
Chapter Six
The next night, Henry found himself at Sadie’s kitchen table. Both of them yawned, tired from their late hours.
“Is everything fixed now?” he asked.
“It would have been,” she snapped.
He gripped his knees, searching for patience. For some reason, she grew colder each day. He didn’t understand it. He’d given her rosebuds. Last night, he’d brought home a seafood feast of fried oysters and steamed mussels from the Sapphire Crab, but she’d barely taken a bite. The canceled Klan meeting was reason enough for him to celebrate.
He’d even worn looser shirts to keep his erections hidden. Of course, she was so sour lately, he didn’t have to worry about them anymore.
“Can you be more specific?” he asked.
She shoved today’s oyster purchase record at him and pointed to the inventory records.
“Whoever paid these prices yesterday is an idiot.”
He frowned. “That idiot would be me.”
She shoved another paper at him, full of numbers she’d scribbled. He regretted ever revealing his lack of smarts to her. She seemed to be trying to make him feel as stupid as possible.
“Let me explain it to you,” she said.
After she walked him through the figures, he was more confused than ever.
“According to my calculations, you should be paying this amount per bushel.”
He grabbed the pencil from her and circled it. “Okay. I’m all set now.”
“Until the market changes.”
“But the market changes constantly,” he argued.
“Do your best.” She yawned. “Have a safe trip home.”
When she motioned to push back her chair, he pinned her wrist to the table.
“Sadie, we still have some unfinished matters…between us.”
“I don’t believe we do.”
Excitement tingled through his fingers when she yanked her wrist away and stood.
“I apologized for what I did to you,” he hissed. “What more do you want?”
Warning flashed in her eyes. “To keep your distance.”
“I have been, but that doesn’t seem to please you, either.”
She drummed her fingers on the back of the chair. “My job is to please you, not the other way around.”
He wished he were smarter so he’d know how to handle her. Why couldn’t he go home like he should? Now that their business was transacted, he could go on with his life. His company was better off. Best of all, Caleb would be pleased because he could focus on being a father.
The memory of losing control against her beautiful hips would help Henry get through the dreary days ahead.
“Tell me why you’re angry. Please.”
When she turned her head away, he grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “That’s an order.”
Her breasts rose and fell with a large breath. “What you did to me made me feel used. Not that I’d care unless—”
“Unless what?”
“When a man really desires a woman, he gazes into her eyes constantly. Kisses her, over and over.”
His heart thundered in his chest. She wanted him.
“I did kiss you,” he protested.
“Only once. And not during…that.”
“I would have, but I was too excited to stop.” The memory of spilling himself on her delivered a familiar ache to his balls. “I was afraid you’d end it any moment.”
Because a chair stood between them, he was tempted to walk behind her. Press himself against her curvy hips. But that’s how he’d gotten into this mess.
“We can rectify things right now.” He covered her hands. “Let go of the chair so I can face you.”
Her fingers trembled against his. He could hardly believe such a vulnerable woman hid behind the tough exterior. Apparently, he was an idiot. He was worse at reading women than deciphering figures.
He kissed her slowly, tasting every curve of
Pearl stole the words right out of his mouth again. There would be fire, all right, and plenty of it. Because the mystery man was probably someone at Rockfield’s where she worked.
It was time to pay the local oyster house a visit.
Chapter Six
The next night, Henry found himself at Sadie’s kitchen table. Both of them yawned, tired from their late hours.
“Is everything fixed now?” he asked.
“It would have been,” she snapped.
He gripped his knees, searching for patience. For some reason, she grew colder each day. He didn’t understand it. He’d given her rosebuds. Last night, he’d brought home a seafood feast of fried oysters and steamed mussels from the Sapphire Crab, but she’d barely taken a bite. The canceled Klan meeting was reason enough for him to celebrate.
He’d even worn looser shirts to keep his erections hidden. Of course, she was so sour lately, he didn’t have to worry about them anymore.
“Can you be more specific?” he asked.
She shoved today’s oyster purchase record at him and pointed to the inventory records.
“Whoever paid these prices yesterday is an idiot.”
He frowned. “That idiot would be me.”
She shoved another paper at him, full of numbers she’d scribbled. He regretted ever revealing his lack of smarts to her. She seemed to be trying to make him feel as stupid as possible.
“Let me explain it to you,” she said.
After she walked him through the figures, he was more confused than ever.
“According to my calculations, you should be paying this amount per bushel.”
He grabbed the pencil from her and circled it. “Okay. I’m all set now.”
“Until the market changes.”
“But the market changes constantly,” he argued.
“Do your best.” She yawned. “Have a safe trip home.”
When she motioned to push back her chair, he pinned her wrist to the table.
“Sadie, we still have some unfinished matters…between us.”
“I don’t believe we do.”
Excitement tingled through his fingers when she yanked her wrist away and stood.
“I apologized for what I did to you,” he hissed. “What more do you want?”
Warning flashed in her eyes. “To keep your distance.”
“I have been, but that doesn’t seem to please you, either.”
She drummed her fingers on the back of the chair. “My job is to please you, not the other way around.”
He wished he were smarter so he’d know how to handle her. Why couldn’t he go home like he should? Now that their business was transacted, he could go on with his life. His company was better off. Best of all, Caleb would be pleased because he could focus on being a father.
The memory of losing control against her beautiful hips would help Henry get through the dreary days ahead.
“Tell me why you’re angry. Please.”
When she turned her head away, he grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “That’s an order.”
Her breasts rose and fell with a large breath. “What you did to me made me feel used. Not that I’d care unless—”
“Unless what?”
“When a man really desires a woman, he gazes into her eyes constantly. Kisses her, over and over.”
His heart thundered in his chest. She wanted him.
“I did kiss you,” he protested.
“Only once. And not during…that.”
“I would have, but I was too excited to stop.” The memory of spilling himself on her delivered a familiar ache to his balls. “I was afraid you’d end it any moment.”
Because a chair stood between them, he was tempted to walk behind her. Press himself against her curvy hips. But that’s how he’d gotten into this mess.
“We can rectify things right now.” He covered her hands. “Let go of the chair so I can face you.”
Her fingers trembled against his. He could hardly believe such a vulnerable woman hid behind the tough exterior. Apparently, he was an idiot. He was worse at reading women than deciphering figures.
He kissed her slowly, tasting every curve of
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