Nick enjoyed her expressions as she

Nick enjoyed her expressions as she took in every inch of his space. He led her up the staircase to the bedrooms.
“My room is down the hallway. I have a private office but there’s a spare computer in the library you can use. I can order anything else you need.” He pushed open one of the doors. “I’ve given you a room with a private bath. I wasn’t sure of your taste so feel free to redecorate.”
He watched her take in the neutral, pale tones of the king-sized poster bed and matching furniture.
“This will be fine. Thank you,” she said.
He stared at her for a moment as the formality pulsed between them. “You know we’re stuck here for at least two days, right? We used work as an excuse not to go on a honeymoon, but I can’t show up at the office until Monday. People will gossip.”
She nodded. “I can use the computer to keep up. And Maggie said she’d help out.”
He turned. “Get comfortable and meet me down in the kitchen. I’ll cook something for dinner.”
“You cook?”
“I don’t like strange people in my kitchen—I had enough of that growing up. So, I learned.”
“Are you good?”
He snorted. “I’m the best.”
Then he shut the door behind him.
…

Arrogant man.
Alexa turned and studied her new room. She knew Nick was comfortable living with grand wealth, but the tour had made her feel like Audrey Hepburn’s character in My Fair Lady—hopelessly common beside the sophistication of her tutor.
The heck with it. She needed to keep her life as normal as possible, marriage or not. Nick was not her real husband, and she didn’t intend to get sucked into any domestic ruse and find herself lost at the end of the year. She probably wouldn’t even see him often. She assumed he also worked late hours, and besides the occasional party they’d need to attend, they’d lead separate lives.
Her mental pep talk helped, so she ripped off her dress and spent the next hour in a bubble bath in the luxurious spa tub attached to her room. She glanced just once at the sheer black nightie her sisters had thrown in her overnight bag, then shoved it to the back of a drawer. She threw on a pair of leggings and cropped fleece sweatshirt, clipped up her hair, and made her way down to the kitchen. Alexa followed the sounds of crackling and slipped into one of the heavy carved chairs in the kitchen. She drew her bare feet up to the edge of her seat, wrapped her arms around her knees, and watched her new husband.
He hadn’t changed out of his tuxedo. He’d taken off his jacket, and rolled crisp white shirt sleeves up past his elbows. The onyx pearl buttons had been undone to mid-chest, and revealed a mat of golden hair sprinkled across carved muscles. His shoulders were broad, and demanded the fabric stretch to accommodate. His black pants covered him like a lover and emphasized the long lean length of his legs and hips. Alexa had a hell of a time ignoring the hard curve of his butt. The man had a great ass. Too bad she’d never see it naked. She didn’t think seeing his bathing suit pulled down as a teenager counted. Besides, she’d been too busy staring at his front.
“Want to help?”
She dug her nails into her palm to give herself a reality boost. “Sure. What are we having?”
“Fettuccini Alfredo with shrimp, garlic bread, and a salad.”
A distressed moan escaped her lips. “Oh God, you’re mean.”
“You don’t like the menu?”
“I like it too much. I’ll just have the salad.”
He shot her a disgusted look over his shoulder. “I’m tired of females who order a salad, then look as if they deserve a medal. A good meal is a gift.”
She clenched her fingers harder. “Well, thanks so much for that smug viewpoint of the female population. For your information, I can appreciate good food better than you. Did you see the appetizers I ordered for our wedding? Didn’t you see how much I ate? Dammit, it’s just like a man to put a rich, fattening meal in front of a woman and get offended when she won’t eat. Then you seem shocked in the bedroom when you’re looking at her hips and wondering how she put on ten extra pounds!”
“Nothing wrong with curves on a woman.”
She bolted out of her chair and grabbed the ingredients for salad. “I’ve heard that one before. Let’s put this to the test, shall we? How much does Gabriella weigh?”
He didn’t answer.
She threw a red pepper on the table next to the Romaine lettuce and snorted. “Oh, are we tongue-tied now? Is she one hundred pounds or is that considered fat nowadays?”
When he spoke, his tone was less cocky. “She’s a model. She has to retain a lighter weight.”
“And does she order salads when she goes out to dinner?”
More silence.
A cucumber rolled over the counter and stopped at the edge. “Ah, I guess that means yes. But I’m sure you appreciate her discipline when you rip her clothes off.”
He shifted his feet and kept his attention on the pan sizzling with shrimp. “Gabriella is a bad example.” He definitely sounded uncomfortable.
“I have another puzzle. Maggie said you tend to date only models. Seems you like skinny women and accept them eating a salad.”

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Nick menikmati ekspresi nya ketika dia mengambil di setiap inci ruang nya. Ia memimpin Dia menaiki tangga ke kamar tidur."Kamar saya adalah menyusuri lorong. Saya memiliki sebuah kantor pribadi tapi ada komputer cadangan di Perpustakaan dapat Anda gunakan. Saya dapat memesan apa pun yang Anda butuhkan." Ia mendorong terbuka satu pintu. "Aku sudah memberikan Anda sebuah ruangan dengan mandi pribadi. Aku tidak yakin dari selera Anda sehingga merasa bebas untuk mendekorasi ulang. "Ia mengawasinya mengambil dalam warna-warna netral, pucat tidur King tiang dan mebel yang cocok."Ini akan baik-baik saja. Terima kasih,"katanya.Dia menatapnya sejenak seperti formalitas berdenyut antara mereka. "Kau tahu kita terjebak di sini selama setidaknya dua hari, kanan? Kami menggunakan pekerjaan sebagai alasan untuk tidak pergi berbulan madu, tapi aku tidak bisa muncul di kantor sampai hari Senin. Orang akan bergosip."Dia mengangguk. "Saya dapat menggunakan komputer untuk menjaga. Dan Maggie mengatakan dia akan membantu.Dia berbalik. "Nyaman dan bertemu saya turun di dapur. Saya akan memasak sesuatu untuk makan malam.""Anda memasak?""Saya tidak suka orang-orang aneh di dapur saya-saya sudah cukup itu tumbuh. Jadi, saya belajar.""Apakah Anda baik?"Dia mendengus. "Saya yang terbaik."Kemudian ia menutup pintu di belakangnya.…Laki-laki yang sombong.Alexa berbalik dan belajar kamarnya baru. Dia tahu Nick nyaman tinggal dengan grand kekayaan, tetapi tour telah membuat dia merasa seperti karakter Audrey Hepburn dalam My Fair Lady — putus asa umum samping kecanggihan guru pribadinya.Heck bersama dengan itu. Ia harus mempertahankan hidupnya sebagai normal sebagai mungkin, perkawinan atau tidak. Nick tidak suaminya yang nyata, dan dia tidak berniat untuk terjebak dalam setiap ruse domestik dan menemukan dirinya kehilangan pada akhir tahun. Dia mungkin tidak akan bahkan melihat dia sering. Dia menganggap dia juga bekerja larut, dan Selain Partai kadang-kadang mereka akan perlu untuk menghadiri, mereka akan menjalani kehidupan yang terpisah.Berbicara pep mental membantu, jadi dia merobek Nya gaun dan menghabiskan satu jam berikutnya di bubble bath di tub spa mewah melekat kamarnya. Dia melirik ke hanya sekali di gaun Stockings hitam belaka saudara perempuannya telah dibuang dalam tasnya semalam, kemudian mendorong ke belakang laci. Dia melemparkan sepasang legging dan dipotong kaus bulu domba, dipotong hingga rambutnya, dan membuat perjalanan ke dapur. Alexa mengikuti bunyi berderak dan menyelinap ke salah satu kursi-kursi ukir berat di dapur. Ia menarik kakinya yang telanjang sampai ke tepi kursi, membungkus lengannya di sekitar lutut, dan mengawasi suaminya baru.He hadn’t changed out of his tuxedo. He’d taken off his jacket, and rolled crisp white shirt sleeves up past his elbows. The onyx pearl buttons had been undone to mid-chest, and revealed a mat of golden hair sprinkled across carved muscles. His shoulders were broad, and demanded the fabric stretch to accommodate. His black pants covered him like a lover and emphasized the long lean length of his legs and hips. Alexa had a hell of a time ignoring the hard curve of his butt. The man had a great ass. Too bad she’d never see it naked. She didn’t think seeing his bathing suit pulled down as a teenager counted. Besides, she’d been too busy staring at his front.“Want to help?”She dug her nails into her palm to give herself a reality boost. “Sure. What are we having?”“Fettuccini Alfredo with shrimp, garlic bread, and a salad.”A distressed moan escaped her lips. “Oh God, you’re mean.”“You don’t like the menu?”“I like it too much. I’ll just have the salad.”He shot her a disgusted look over his shoulder. “I’m tired of females who order a salad, then look as if they deserve a medal. A good meal is a gift.”She clenched her fingers harder. “Well, thanks so much for that smug viewpoint of the female population. For your information, I can appreciate good food better than you. Did you see the appetizers I ordered for our wedding? Didn’t you see how much I ate? Dammit, it’s just like a man to put a rich, fattening meal in front of a woman and get offended when she won’t eat. Then you seem shocked in the bedroom when you’re looking at her hips and wondering how she put on ten extra pounds!”“Nothing wrong with curves on a woman.”She bolted out of her chair and grabbed the ingredients for salad. “I’ve heard that one before. Let’s put this to the test, shall we? How much does Gabriella weigh?”He didn’t answer.She threw a red pepper on the table next to the Romaine lettuce and snorted. “Oh, are we tongue-tied now? Is she one hundred pounds or is that considered fat nowadays?”When he spoke, his tone was less cocky. “She’s a model. She has to retain a lighter weight.”“And does she order salads when she goes out to dinner?”More silence.A cucumber rolled over the counter and stopped at the edge. “Ah, I guess that means yes. But I’m sure you appreciate her discipline when you rip her clothes off.”He shifted his feet and kept his attention on the pan sizzling with shrimp. “Gabriella is a bad example.” He definitely sounded uncomfortable.“I have another puzzle. Maggie said you tend to date only models. Seems you like skinny women and accept them eating a salad.”