[ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] 110 slapping her bare backside till it's a hot, stinging shade of red. And then he d kiss away her tears before he tore off his clothes, and "Mr. Steele?" He refocused. She was regarding him as if he'd lost his mind. "Uh, yes?" The corners of her mouth jerked up. "Typical man. Haven't heard a word I've said, have you?" "I'm sorry. It's just that listen. Join me for dinner? Please?" He placed his hand on top of hers. "The food here is excellent. My treat." "This is a business dinner, as far as I'm concerned. We'll split the tab." As the maître d' led them to a table, Rafe again became distracted, this time by her lush shape. An old-fashioned hourglass figure, he thought, round and fully-packed in all the right places. Not one of those skinny model types or one who would exercise nonstop at the first sign of a plumping fat cell. And what a nice, spankable bottom he d bet she had, judging from the way her dress was clinging. Maybe I'll marry this one for real. *** Damn him, Patience thought. She'd finally gotten up her courage to tell him her plan, and he hadn't even been listening to her. She could tell by the way his eyes had lost their focus. Probably looking at sports on the bar's television or checking out another woman. Men! "So, what's this idea of yours?" he said, his lazy smile triggering a hot flush from her tummy to the roots of her hair. "I'm I'm hoping you've figured out how we're alike, by now." She couldn t help dropping her gaze. When she looked up again, he was frowning. "I don't get it." "I mean, you're looking for a woman you can an old-fashioned woman," she said, "and I'm looking for an old-fashioned man." 111 "You are?" She had to grin upon seeing the amazement on his face. "You really weren't listening to me in the bar, were you?" "Guilty as charged. I was distracted, uh " "By the game on TV?" she teased. "No. By your loveliness." She fell back in her seat. Wow. When's the last time a man who wasn't trying to get into my pants called me lovely? Like never. "Well, thank you. That's a nice thing to say." "You're welcome. It happens to be true as well as nice. Now, what's your idea?" She took a deep breath. "Mr. Steele, I was thinking we could marry. For real. Now," she sped up her speech when she saw the blank disbelief on his face, "I'm not talking a real marriage in terms of sharing assets. We don't know each other, so we have to protect ourselves. We'll write a pre-nup clearly stating that, in case of divorce, I don't get a penny of your assets, and you don't get a penny of mine. I do have a successful, growing business of my own to protect, you know. If you want, we can also include provisions for what happens in case of death, and back it up with iron-clad wills." "Your idea's not bad at all. Seeing as how we both are interested in some sort of relationship that includes " he leaned across the table to whisper, " spanking. We would engage in that, right?" "I I thought you only wanted the one time, to prove what you need to prove to the lawyer." Her heart hammered in her chest. She couldn't allow herself to wish for more. The disappointment might crush her. "That's true. I only need to spank you once to meet the provisions of the will. Is that what you want?" Was that disappointment in his voice? "If that's what you want," she said. "I suppose we'd continue living as we do now 112 apart and remain married for a short while to avoid possible complications," he said. "Complications?" "The will doesn't state how long I have to be married to inherit. However, in case some long-lost family member shows up to contest the will, it would be prudent for us to remain married for, perhaps, six months to a year. I'll place no demands on you during that time." "If you want to be safe from a will challenge, we probably should live in the same building, or appear to." She sighed. "This is getting complicated. Charging you a simple fee is not going to work, if I have to move into your place for six months. I'll run my business from my apartment, but I'll need you to pay me a stipend for any extra expenses associated with my living in your home." "Wait a minute. If I openly pay you money, when we later divorce the payments are going to show we were never serious about the marriage, [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl