Hurt, Naomi Shaw murmured,
"But... this watch is already out of style..."
But before she could finish, he erupted in fury. His voice suddenly rose, and the glacial look on his face made her flinch.
"Naomi Shaw, stop your self-righteous meddling in my life. Whether my watch is out of style has absolutely nothing to do with you. Your only value is to warm my bed. Got it?"
The color drained from Naomi Shaw's face. 'Warm his bed?' The term was so mocking, yet it was also a sobering reminder of her place. She bit her lip hard, took the Buddha Beads, and put them back in the box.
After spitting out those words, Julian Donovan clutched his watch and stormed out of the bedroom. He hadn't returned by the time Naomi Shaw was ready for bed, apparently intending to spend the night in the study. It was the first time they had slept in separate rooms since she'd been with him. All because of a watch.
