His Absolute Domination: The Billionaire's Paradigm (#5) (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (The Billionaire's Ultimatum, Book Two) by Cerys du Lys Page A

you, today. You and...?" Sam
gave me a curious smile.
    "Elise," I said. "Thanks for letting
us in."
    "We'll seat ourselves at a booth,"
Lucent said. "I'll inform Miss Tanner of the early menu items. I
assume it shall take us a few minutes to finalize our order. Thank
you."
    Sam laughed and locked the door behind
us, then went off behind the deli counter. Lucent led(or somewhat
dragged) me over to an isolated booth far in the corner. We sat
opposite one another and I glared at him.
    "You can't order for me," I
said.
    He rolled his eyes. "Difficult as
always, Miss Tanner. As you wish. Do whatever you like."
    "Also, I'll pay for
myself."
    "No."
    "Lucent, I have money."
    "I don't care if you have money. I
invited you to breakfast, you accepted, and as such, I'm
paying."
    I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Fine. If that's the way it is, this is a date, then."
    "This isn't a date, Miss Tanner. I'm
reluctantly interviewing you for a position that doesn't
exist."
    "You know what?" I said, huffy. "Mrs.
Landseer said she could probably find me a job somewhere else
besides with you if I wanted. Just because you won't hire me for
some asinine reason doesn't mean I'm going to leave."
    "Mrs. Landseer is meddlesome.
Alternatively, if we're rating asses, I'd recommend yours as a ten,
not a nine, Miss Tanner."
    I stared at him, blinked, and
sputtered on any future words I might have wanted to
say.
    He grinned, nonchalant, being a cocky,
arrogant jerk.
    "You can't say things like that," I
said once I managed to control my shock. "It's sexual
harassment."
    To be honest, I kind of hoped he
sexually harassed me more. I had no idea where it came from or why
he changed so suddenly, but I liked it.
    "The breakfast menu is non-existent in
physical form," Lucent informed me, no longer speaking about my
body, nor rating it openly. "The mainstay includes sandwiches, in
breakfast form, with eggs, maple syrup, pancakes, and an assortment
of other standard morning meals. Essentially, you can order
whatever you like, and Sam will concoct it for you. Alternatively,
you may order food outside of a sandwich, too."
    "A pancake sandwich?" I asked.
"Really?"
    "Yes. It's not actually a pancake, but
it tastes similar. He separates a sub roll and then soaks it
quickly in pancake batter and creates a pancake with the bread. I
find it especially enjoyable combined with syrup as a spread, and
chopped fruit inside. You'd like it."
    "Look, Lucent," I said. "Listen. You
can't go making random jokes about my ass, then explain some menu
to me, then tell me I'd like a pancake sandwich. You just
can't."
    "Jokes?" he asked, cocking his head to
the side.
    "The asinine, ass is a nine
thing."
    "Miss Tanner," he said. "As someone
who has intimate knowledge of your backside, I assure you I wasn't
joking when I made my previous statement."
    "You're so confusing," I said. "You
scream at me and berate me yesterday, and now you're flirting with
me. I really don't understand you."
    "We share that sentiment. You confront
me in my office about applying for a job as my personal assistant
after I leave you voicemail messages explaining specifically in
exact detail all of the horrible things I've done, and then you
refuse to leave and end up starving yourself and falling asleep on
my couch."
    "You started it," I said. "You can't
just leave like that. You need to say something."
    "I did say something. I left you a
voicemail message. I intended on leaving before you woke up, but I
changed my mind."
    "It's a good thing you changed your
mind because otherwise I would have hated you," I said.
    He frowned, sighing. "Apparently I
should've changed my mind, then."
    The booths inside of Sam's were small,
packed tightly together so as to accommodate more customers. During
normal hours, I assumed they stayed busy. It made sense since it
was a popular place. Currently, I very much appreciated the smaller
size of the booths, because it made it easy to reach across the
table and slap Lucent in the face.
    He