'Another evening of torture…'
This thought occupied Tyrone's head while he was having dinner with Raine. They were already in the penthouse eating the dinner that he cooked, simply because Raine preferred to eat his cooked meals than to eat out or order room service.
Soon enough, Raine finished her dinner and casually said, "I'll be in my room for a while to do some work. By the time I return, I expect you to be on my bed. Don't make me crawl to wherever you try to hide again, because that's so not hot."
Tyrone watched Raine's retreating back as she left the dining room.
"Was that a threat?" he murmured.
