"Come," Richard said. His voice was warm and inviting, as we his open lap. "It's my meal to give and share as I wish," he said. "Besides ...," he said, eyeing the auburn-haired maid, "I miss your company." Richard leaned back as his phone buzzed with Norah's reply. He chuckled to himself and responded.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">RICHARD PRATT</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Evie has delivered my meal and is currently tending to my needs during the meal.</span></span></i><br/><br/>He hit send, and a terse reply flashed back.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99ff">NORAH MEYERS<br/>
.......</span></span><br/><br/>Reading the bemused reply made Richard laugh for a moment, his brilliant teeth lighting up his handsome features. The reality that must have dawned upon Norah only reinforced the domineering tendencies of the wealthy playboy. She might be cool -- even cold -- in the coming days. But eventually she would melt, and the moment he brought her back to his bed all would be forgiven. The fact that Richard led a fairly consequence-free life hardly tempered his more rakish tendencies, and it led him to be more crass than necessary when he wanted someone. At that moment, he wanted no one more than Evie.<br/><br/>"Or, must I forced you to eat it?" A slight, knowing smirk emphasized the double entendre.