Samuel sat back, amused. "Well, if you kiss me, I'll tell you. Just one kiss. One small kiss on the lips."
He rubbed his thumb over his lips, his eyes growing dazed with desire as he looked at her face. Her beautiful face. Her brown eyes. Her soft lips. Her dark hair falling across her shoulders.
Bella felt sick.
She did not answer. She would not give him the satisfaction. Jay and Jace would tell her the truth. She would hear it from them, not from this man, not in exchange for a kiss, not ever.
Samuel's expression shifted. His desire faded, replaced by annoyance. His jaw tightened.
"Boring," he muttered.
He picked up his fork and stabbed a piece of meat. The food was still warm, steam rising from the plates in thin curls. He had orchestrated every detail, from preparing and cooking the meal to setting the table, arranging the lights, and waiting for her arrival, making everything flawless.
Bella did not touch her food.
