Shrugging, Charles drank his wine before answering. "I don't mind the handcuffs I put on you a few days ago, so I assume you won't mind the ball and the leash." He joked.

The two spent the next few minutes watching Michel and Fanny cut the cake before they resumed their conversation.


"So what if we make a deal?" Charles hands her a plate of cake.

"Oh, no way."

"Why?"


"Really, Charles? We're terrible at making deals. We were supposed to just screw around and now we're talking wedding plans. I don't follow their arrangement. I'll go the way we want."

She stuck a cake fork between his lips.


"Oh my, you're right." He gaped in response.

Rosabella nodded firmly. "I'm always right and getting..."

"And you get what you want." He gulped, quickly kissing her lips.

"You know you always get what you want. Except in bed. Because that's where I'm king." He frowned at her as if challenging her.

However, Rosabella just shrugged coldly, eating some cake herself.

"I have no problem with that, Charles."

"Hmm.." He stroked her hair in response.

"So how about we hurry upstairs... for a sneak peek of lingerie."

"A sneak peek?"

"An observation."

"What?"

"A little evaluation."

Another laugh rose in Rosabella's throat.

"You stand tall."

"You too."

Grinning at him, Rosabella lifted her face and kissed the chocolate cream on his lips.

---

Rosabella was surprised that Charles wasn't waiting for her in their room.

She hasn't officially moved in in any way yet, but since he returned home from the hospital a few months ago they simply haven't spent a night apart, Rosabella has been with Charles, so Naturally all of her things have moved into his room over time.

Of course, they were planning a remodel, adding her old room to his, which would give them more closet space and room for an even bigger bed, but now Rosabella and Charles were in no hurry to do so now.

They are enjoying their time together and have made protecting her a priority by focusing on getting her to learn to shoot and defend herself.

Walking around the mansion, Rosabella was curious as to where she was being kept.

She knew she shouldn't have entered the office, but knowing that Michel was probably busy with his current wife, she went in anyway.

And she was right. Charles had just ended a phone call, closing the lid of his laptop.

"I can't believe you're working all the time now." She entered and closed the door behind her, locking the door to prevent anyone from finding her there.

"Uhm, with the big boss taking some time to enjoy his lady, who do you think will be working? I'm second in command." He shrugs.

Charles sat in the large leather chair behind the desk and stared at her for a moment before speaking. "Can't go to sleep without me?"

Rosabella rolled her eyes but answered anyway.

"Like you don't know yet."

"Uhm, what do you do when I have to go on a business trip? I'll be away for a few days if not weeks." Charles patted his desk.

Rosabella walked around where he was sitting, climbed over one of his legs, and jumped onto the wood.

Her legs dangled on the desk between his.

"Like hell, I'll allow it. Others can go, Charles."

Rosabella looked down and studied his well-proportioned body, from his toned body clad in a white button-down shirt and black bow tie to his fitted pants that showed off his muscular legs.

Her gaze moved to the slight dent in his pants, moving them to his face. The shadow of his beard poked through his smooth skin. Sexy lips hide perfect teeth.

He returned her gaze and smirked. "Still wearing that pretty dress, I get it," Charles said, staring at the neckline of the dress alluding to her full breasts.

Rosabella felt her turn steamy with eye contact and wondered if she'd left evidence of her irritation on that pretty mahogany table.

"Uhm, I think you might want to take it off yourself..." she whispered.

She felt her cheeks turn red despite her best efforts not to blush. Charles reached out and stroked her hair and then curled it around his finger.

"You don't know how beautiful you are, Rosabella." He muttered in a low voice in response.

Charles put his hand under her chin and brought her face up so that she had to stare into his eyes. He winked at her and smiled.

Rosabella shifted on the table as he let go of her chin and brought his smooth hand down her arm, over her midsection to rest it on her leg.

He spread his legs a little wide and reached out to grab her calves and put her feet on the chair between his legs.

Eyes on her high heels, he cautiously unbuckled the straps around her ankles and let them fall to the floor, the sound of each shoe being removed making her heart skip a beat.

Charles then grabbed her right leg and placed his thumb on the ball of her sole to gently massage it.

Rosabella felt a shiver run up her calves and lay on the back of her thigh near her butt. She sighed.

"Feeling great." She said, her voice low and comfortable.

"I just want to make you feel comfortable," Charles whispered.

He raised his paw to his face and looked at her blood-red toenails, smirking.

"Sexy." He chuckled.

He put her big toe in his warm, moist mouth.

Rosabella gasped. "God, Charles... what the hell are you going to do...?

He stuck his tongue around her toes as Rosabella lifted off the table. "You locked the door, didn't you..."

He sucked hard on her toes and exploded with pleasure shooting up her legs and hitting her most intimate places with a bang, sending it swirling around her lower back.

Rosabella tried to dig her fingers up on the table as she leaned back slightly, but Charles parted his lips and shoved the other four toes into his mouth.

"Is this what you've been dreaming of? Working it out in the office?"

Momentarily releasing her toe, he tilted his head and hummed teasingly.