Dinner with Malcolm

“Dinner. You went to all the trouble to have dinner brought in.”

“I always have made sure you never lacked for anything. Proper care and consideration have always been my mainstay.”

“Yes, when you’re persuading a woman in your bed. But not so much afterwards, if I remember correctly.”

“There’s one difference, my sweet.” Melody felt him push her chair in and say in her ear. “I sent them from my bed, and they knew it was over long before any of them tried to make demands on me. You, however, have made no demands and I haven’t sent you from my bed. That’s where we have unfinished business.” She shivered as his hot breath fanned out over her ear and along the sensitive line of her neck. She didn’t consciously do it, but her head tilted away, exposing her throat to him submissively.

Malcolm couldn’t resist placing a kiss behind her ear and whispering, “See, that’s a good girl. You know I’m right.” He stood and moved to his side of the table. Malcolm would