His hands were locked on my waist and the pressure he applied was growing by the minute.
“What do you mean Duncan was paying for everything with my chequebook?” Alistair gritted through his teeth and I forced a charming smile.
“What else could it mean, silly?” I tapped his nose. “I am sure you are aware of the traditions in Ruvia. The man of the house takes care of all these small financial things.”
“Small?” His eyes glimmer with that dangerous golden fire.
“Ally.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I purchased a new mansion! Although that probably would be the best decision…”
His grip tightened dangerously.
“Just a few things to make this house a home!” I rubbed his coat as if it were dirty. “Now all we have to do is buy you some new clothes from this century and…”
The look on his fa
