Page 29 of On His Terms

“If I find a man they approve of, I’ll be welcome back in the fold and they’ll release the money they’ve set aside for my wedding. Of course, they’ll be in control of the purse strings, selecting the venue, the dress, even the food.”

“Another reason me ordering for you was difficult?”

“My entire life, I’ve struggled against everyone’s expectations—or lack thereof. I’ve learned to fight for what I want, advocate for myself because no one else will.”

“It has to have been challenging.”

She brought up her chin.

“And lonely.”

For a moment she looked away and didn’t respond.

Had he hit a nerve?

When she once again looked him in the eyes, she had regained her composure. “It’s also been rewarding.”

“Always being your own cheerleader?”

“In charge of my own decisions. Answerable to no one.”

“Which makes me even more curious about why you’re interested in submission.”

Their meals arrived, saving her from having to respond. But he bookmarked his question and circled back to it when they were once again alone.

“Honestly? The experience with you at the Den left me feeling alive in a way I haven’t before. Excited.”

“It was a novelty, perhaps?”

“Potentially.” She shrugged. “But I think it’s something more.”

He’d wait and see, when the thrill wore off and the only thing she was left with was her decision to capture an unworthy Top’s attention.

When the server checked back to be sure everything was satisfactory, Alex glanced at Chelsea.

“It’s fabulous, Sir.”

“Another sparkling water?” he suggested.

“That would be lovely. Thank you.” This time, her smile wasn’t the hundred-watt fake one she usually gave him.

“Well done,” he told her when the server moved off.

“Much as I hate to admit it, you were right,” she said. “Not just tonight, but the other night. If I think about what my Dom wants, the struggle isn’t as difficult.”

“Lesson two,” he said. “At this rate, we’ll be done in three days.”

“Do you think so?” she asked, holding a fork poised near her mouth.

“No.” He grinned when her shoulders fell again. “You’re still slouching, despite the fact I’ve already corrected you twice.”

She put down the fork and sat up. “Sorry, Sir. Clearly charm school wasn’t as effective as my parents hoped.”

“I have just the thing to help reinforce my will. I’ll show you when we get to my house.” He cut a piece of steak. “Eat up.”

She left part of her salad and refused dessert and coffee.

Then, as he paid the bill, she protested.