Untamed Billionaire's Innocent Bride

“You’re wasting your time with me.” Her smile was bland. But there was a challenge in her gaze, he thought. “I regret to tell you, as I have told every man before you who imagined they could get to my boss through me, that I have no sexual impulses.”

If she had pulled a grenade out of her pocket and lobbed it onto the floor between them, Dominik could not have been more surprised.

He could not possibly have heard her correctly. “What did you just say?”

There before him, his very own Little Red Riding Hood...relaxed back against the leather of her armchair. Something he also would have thought impossible moments before. And when she smiled, she looked like nothing so much as an oversatisfied cat.

“I’m not a sexual person,” she told him, and Dominik was sure he wasn’t mistaking the relish in her voice. It was at odds with the sheen of something a whole lot like vulnerability in her gaze, reminding him of how she’d melted into his kiss. “It’s a spectrum, isn’t it? Some people’s whole lives are completely taken over by the endless drive for sex, but not me. I’ve never understood all the fuss, to be honest.”

He was half convinced he’d gone slack-jawed in astonishment, but he couldn’t seem to snap out of it long enough to check. Not when she was sitting there talking such absolute nonsense with an expression that suggested to him that she, at least, believed every word she was saying.

Or, if he looked closer, wanted to believe it, anyway.

“You are aware that a kiss is a sexual act, are you not?”

“I’ve kissed before,” Lauren said, and even shook her head at him, wrinkling up her nose as if he was...silly. Him. Silly.