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I shrug my answer, I don’t know why I don’t want to order dessert in front of him. We’ve had lunch together for work several times, just last week there was another lunch with Drake Hawthorne, but now with only the two of us the intimacy that hasn’t been there before is. He places the order and orders two of the chocolate macaron. I look up at him as he ends the call.

“I get the bills for the room, I know what you order in the evenings when you have dinner. Why did you not want to order dessert?”

I’m about to shrug again. He moves fast across the room, his hand goes around my throat to hold me still. Why the fuck does this turn me on so much? His thumb slides down the side of my neck slowly, tracing the throbbing heartbeat below my skin. “Why?”

“I didn’t want to remind you about me not being, you know, the usual woman you’re with.” He looks confused, and I squirm in embarrassment. “I didn’t want you to see me as a fat fuck, eating in front of people reminds them that you’re fat.”

Oh shit, his hand tightens painfully as he pulls me up to him. Holy shit, he is angry. “If you ever say anything like that again, if you even fucking think anything like that again, you won’t be able to sit down for a week, and I can guarantee you there will be no pleasure in it for you. I promised I would never hurt you again, but I will make an allowance in this. Because you thinking and saying shit like that about yourself is a whole hell of a lot more hazardous to your psyche than any physical pain I would administer to your ass. Why the fuck do you think it’s okay to talk about yourself like that?”

I can barely swallow his hand is so tight, vaguely I wonder if he’ll leave a bruise. Leo sees it, and his eyes go wide as he realizes just how tight his hold is. He drops me instantly, and I fall. With a curse he catches me, thrusting me away from him onto the couch. His hand goes into his hair, and I see it’s trembling. “I swear to fucking god, Alexa, just when I think I have a handle on the way you push my buttons, you show me I could not be more wrong. You know what? I do not give a fuck the what, or why behind the ugly shit you think about yourself, all that matters is it stops, right fucking now.”