Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Her eyebrow shot up and a hint of amusement crept into her eyes.
“The man may or may not be interested, but he’s the one with the power in the relationship because she wants him. He can take it or leave it. Traditionally, he couldn’t care less about permanency, just the sex.”
“That’s tradition?”
He nodded solemnly. “You’ve got this entire thing backward. You’re supposed to worry and be nervous I might run. Men run from the relationship word.”
“Traditionally.” She definitely sounded amused.
“Pay attention, Solnyshkuh. This is important information I’m giving you.” He kept his expression solemn, as if he were imparting something life-changing. “There are certain rules we follow as men and women in a relationship, and we aren’t supposed to mix them up.”
The waiter came to the table to take their order. He sent her a small smile. “Do you want me to order for you, or do you have something in mind?”
As always, Azelie was thoughtful before she answered. “You order. I loved what you got for me last time. It’s always fun to have a surprise.”
“You don’t like it, baby, we’ll just order something else.” He knew the menu without looking at it. He ordered her water without ice to start. “Azelie will have the khao soi soup and the shaved brussels sprout and Jonathan apple salad with avocado. I’ll have the same salad and the ravioli.” He flashed a smile at Azelie. “You up for trying wine? The club is famous for pairing wines with their food.”
“I don’t know the first thing about wine,” she admitted.
“Neither did I until I started coming here. Great music and excellent food. I took a chance on the wine and found I liked it.”
“You’ll have to order,” Azelie said, turning the decision over to him.
He ordered her the wine suggestion that would be paired with her soup and then ordered himself a glass that paired with his ravioli.
Azelie gave him her bright smile, the one that lit up his world. He tightened his hold on her hand. “Getting back to what we were discussing, it’s imperative you understand your role so I can be in mine. Right now, the roles are reversed.”
He could see that he’d surprised her. She thought he’d been going for humor, and maybe he had been, but that was only because she’d asked him a question he didn’t want to have to answer.
“Our roles are reversed?”
He nodded. “It pains me to say this, Zelie, but I seem to be the one who fell hard and fast. I jumped right over that proverbial cliff and I’m still falling, with no landing in sight. You, however, have reservations.”
“I’ve fallen,” she admitted, her fingers tightening in his.
Her voice was soft but carried a hint of anxiety, as if she had let him down. That was the last thing he wanted her to feel. He brought her hand to his mouth to run his lips along her inner wrist, right over her accelerated pulse. She didn’t like him upset in any way. He’d known she would be like that, but seeing the proof right in front of him shook him.
“You have to go at your own pace, baby. I don’t want you to ever feel as if you aren’t sure about me. I don’t like to feel as if you’re slipping through my fingers, but those are my emotions, and I’m not used to having any feelings, so it’s uncomfortable. The good news is, I feel like I can keep trying to be better for you.”
“You’re good enough,” Azelie said.
“But you have doubts.”
“Not about you exactly,” she admitted. “It’s more me and whether I’m capable of being what you need. Two people can be very different, but fundamentally, they should fit. I think it’s good if we have differing points of view. I like hearing what others have to say. I don’t want someone agreeing with me all the time, and I would hope you feel that way. Most of the time I think you do, but then you say things that can be alarming.”
“Punishments,” he said, knowing she really wasn’t in the least on board with that.
She nodded slowly, thoughtfully. “That’s a big one. If that’s something you need to do because it’s important to who you are, I wouldn’t want you to change. Having said that, I don’t want to be punished. It would be hard enough knowing I disappointed you without you treating me like a child, incapable of making my own decisions.”
He fought down panic, but his expression didn’t change. He knew he needed her. She was the one. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind. How could there be doubt in hers? Was he being unreasonable?
“You’re very fixated on punishments. What other things about my personality do you find difficult?” He didn’t know if he could change, although she’d said she didn’t want him to and he believed her. He’d asked the others to come, the ones who meant something to him. The ones who knew him. They couldn’t bring their women, because it was a mission and no one ever took chances, but those coming would see him stripped bare. Would know he was all in, completely gone on this woman.