He fished around with the food on his plate, then suddenly put down his fork, turned in his seat, leaning his back against the wall and stared directly at me—so much for avoiding the full-frontal attack. I could feel the heat of his eyes moving inside me and settling. “Let’s put it this way, Heiress; if I were to be your s****l guru, there would be rules, and knowing you and your temperament, you wouldn’t want to follow my rules.” He grimaced. “So, there you have it, a monumental waste of time on both our parts.”
“But you’re the one that suggested it.”
“I was kidding, seriously kidding.”
Now I did feel silly, but I had to play this out if nothing else but to save face. “So, what are the rules?” I jumped back in.
He snickered like he was thinking this up on the spot; I’m sure he was. “Y
