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sensual move.
    I rolled my eyes and let a huff of air out at the same time.
    "What?" he said overly innocently, eyebrows raised, mock incredulity on his face. When I just kept staring at him, not providing a verbal response, he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips - short, abrupt, very Jason Cain. "Get in the kitchen and cook me my lunch, woman," he ordered, making me roll off the bed with an exaggerated sigh.
    "So demanding," I complained, half heartedly. I was hungry after all.
    "This is only the beginning, Kate." He spoke softly, from his now sitting position on the side of the bed.
    I flicked a glance over my shoulder as I slipped a satin kimono robe on and took a step towards the door to the room. There was more to those words than the obvious. Of course they sent a thrill through my body. The implied meaning; the start of something between us, making my body shiver in delight.
    But there was darkness there, something Jason was trying hard, but in the end, futilely, to hide. I hesitated on the threshold while he held my gaze. A steady, challenging look in his eyes.
    And like I have done so many times in the past, I refused to take up the challenge that he offered, refused to take the risk and destroy the moment we had just shared.
    As I turned back to exit the room I swear I saw disappointment cross his handsome face.
    And it left a heavy weight inside my heart.
     

Chapter 7
It Was Only Fair, After All
    Lunch was going to be a casual affair. I could have gone all out and cooked a quiche, but aside from that taking too long, it would have set a precedent. One I was sure Jason would have gladly taken advantage of. Just because he demanded I cook him his lunch, did not mean I had to jump at his command. He may have expected his soldiers to follow his directions to the letter, but he didn't take his soldiers to bed.
    I was hungry, so refusing to make something for lunch would be ridiculous, but that didn't mean I was going to do exactly as he instructed. So I hauled out fresh bread and meats and salad ingredients and laid them all on the table, and was just in the process of placing condiments alongside everything else when he walked in the room. No shirt, just jeans and ASI belt essentials, and a the most glorious tanned, well defined chest and arms.
    I expected Jason to have scars, even a blemish would have made him seem more real. But his skin was smooth and unmarked, perfect. With an upper body like that, he should go around shirtless every day.
    "Like what you see?" he drawled, reaching into the fridge for some ginger beers. His muscles rippled with the action, I wondered if he was doing it on purpose or not.
    It was hard to tell with Jason. He made everything seem like a simple movement to effect a certain action, but Nick's words of warning still hung menacingly in my mind. Could Jason be so shrewd?
    Still, no use lying to the man about this.
    "Very much. In fact I'd like to declare a rule. You must never wear a shirt when in my house."
    His eyebrows rose slowly up his forehead, bottle of ginger beer halfway to his lips.
    "Is that so," he murmured. "Well, if you get a rule, I get one too."
    My heart skipped several beats and my breath stalled in my throat. I swallowed and forced myself to stop fussing with the utensils on the table and stare into his eyes.
    "What would that be?" I asked in my best attempt to sound in control. I'm unsure if it worked, his smirk may have been there since I started talking. Or not.
    "You never wear underwear when in my home."
    There was a lot in that short sentence to get hung up on. Of course my oversexed brain skipped the whole going commando issue and fixated on the when in my home part of the statement. As if Jason had every intention of taking this, whatever it was we had going on here, to the next level.
    "You say that like you expect me to be in your home." And there, I said it. And here he was thinking I couldn't take risks.
    "Kate," he admonished, placing his bottle