LORRAINE'S POV

I am utterly shocked that it takes me a moment to pull away from his embrace.

"I am not having sex with you! They are my designs and you got no right to have them," I snap.

He sighs, turns and walks back to the table. "Maybe we should talk like adults. This beautiful lunch was prepared for you," he says, taking his seat and gesturing at the one across from him.

I do not intend to make this look like a date, which I imagine to be the thing he seeks. But if he can forcibly kiss me then I can also take his food. Not in...