Chapter Fourteen #3
She still didn’t get a rise out of him, and he changed the subject yet again.
It was infuriating when he didn’t allow her to control the situation or the conversation.
He called it topping from the bottom and something she rarely got away with, except in business where she was the top dog.
Quinn seemed to have one subject he did want to discuss, though.
“You’re terribly thin, Cheyenne, how did that happen?
” She could tell that he knew, without her disclosure, that she had purposely lost that much weight from the way she had been eating.
“I remember we discussed this, and we agreed you would go back to your normal eating habits after you lost your few pounds. I thought we agreed on five. Right?”
His voice was very relaxed and conversational, which she was positive belied his true thoughts. She knew it was something else he would try to deal with in the next few days. She would do her best to divert his efforts.
“No, I think it’s these pants. Slimming aren’t they?”
She made a game show hostess sweep of her hands and then chastised herself for that silly comeback. Why did she just shoot off her mouth when she was nervous? Cheyenne saw that particular, I know the truth, smile. Damn, the man was dangerous and so hot she was melting simply by looking at him.
She was letting her brattiness show, and oddly, she wanted him to respond to show his ownership. How incredible was that lunacy? She needed him to claim her and show her his love was ever-growing. For a confident woman, she sure was insecure.
Quinn again raised his eyebrow, which she again interpreted as disbelief, and he answered with a noncommittal grunt indicating his deferral.
However, she was under no illusions that it would be addressed, and subterfuge would be met with retribution.
She sighed. Thank goodness he didn’t pursue the subject.
He must have decided to talk about it later.
As they waited for his bag, Quinn brought his hand down to grab her by the waist, and took possession of her mouth again as a man with complete confidence in his ownership and Cheyenne responded as one who knew who possessed her.
“Why more tears, piscín? Could it be that you’ve some things that you need to come clean about?
” He waited a moment, and when she shrugged her shoulders, he asked, “Is it your conscience or your worry? Maybe it’s just that you missed me.
” She shook her head, and her subdued cry seemed to alarm him.
“Tell me what you need so I can help you feel better.”
Cheyenne couldn’t imagine another man more perfect for her. All rough and tough but so loving, she was ashamed she had ever crossed him. Well, at least for today.
Her remorse was filling her again at his gentleness.
Cheyenne, with tears flowing down her cheeks, whispered her apology.
“I’m so sorry I went to the club without you.
I was a brat because I was angry you weren’t here to take me yourself.
I think I wanted the collar and was angry you didn’t let me have one yet.
I mean Richard gave Ashley one, and they aren’t even getting married.
” She bit her lip and glanced at her man through her lashes.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was still dieting. ”
“Yes, baby, you were bratting, and we’ll discuss this later. We’ll figure out what you need, so this won’t be an issue again. Deal?”
“Deal. And about the diet—”
Quinn squeezed her tight from his side hold and sighed. He watched for his bag as he asked, “Okay, cailín dána, why have you not been eating? You lost too much. I like my woman to have some plumpness and be soft. This is too thin. It can’t be healthy.”
“It was only a few pounds, really. I’ll stop right now.” His eyebrows shot up. “You’re still dieting?” Cheyenne nodded.
“So, we have some things to talk about later, but not here and not now.”
Quinn kissed her lips tenderly but firmly, sending Cheyenne the message she needed. It said I’m here, and I’m in control, so let go of the reins for me.
Cheyenne shrugged her shoulders, trying to finish the conversation regardless of his direction.
“Really it just snowballed.” She was unwilling to let it go. “I was so excited about the wedding getting closer, I couldn’t eat much. Besides, I wanted to look good for the wedding and fit the dress. It will all work out once it’s all over.”
Quinn whispered in her ear. “I’m not having the conversation here, but I expect you to discuss this with me later. Topping from the bottom isn’t allowed.”
His tone was deep, demanding, but overall loving.
She was sure he didn’t miss the quick shiver that ran through her body.
Because not only did she know that he would get his way, but if he found out how many pounds of fluffiness she lost, he would sizzle her backside before taking over her intake like she was two.
She was very proud of the weight she lost and knew that even though Quinn would never say so, he would be happy with less of her. What man wouldn’t want less?