Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

“That’s for you to decide.” He takes out a silver silk tie from his jacket, and my eyes widen.

I gasp. “Are you going to tie me up, Charles?”

He throws his head back and laughs.

“I love the way your brain works, butterfly. I’ll remember it for the future. But today, I just want to blindfold you.”

I have no idea how he decides when to call me butterfly or my dear wife, but the surprise gets to me every time.

“Shall I?” Charles brings the tie forward and I nod. A second later, the soft silk fabric is covering my eyes.

“Comfortable?” he asks.

“Not as much as when I have my vision, but I guess I’ll survive for a while.”

His warmth is right behind me, surrounding me like a heavy cocoon. Charles gently pushes me forward, guiding me farther in. His hands are placed on my shoulders, protecting me from hurting myself.

“Careful,” he says, and I stop. He guides me to the right, and I know we’ve walked into the living room.

“Did you turn on the fireplace?” I can hear the sound of crackling fire. Until I moved here, I didn’t know I had such a love for fireplaces.

“Mrs. Kowalski did.”

“Can I remove my blindfold now?” I lick my lips, suddenly equal parts curious and nervous. There’s something about being blindfolded, especially when my hot husband has full control of all his faculties.

“Patience, my dear wife.” I can hear the grin in his voice as he guides me. “Sit.” The soft leather of the couch is at the back of my legs and the warmth of the fire on my front.

I perch down, and a second later, the low notes of soft instrumental music fill the room.

“Charles, please remove my blindfold now.” I wet my dry lips once again.

“Why? Are you scared?” His voice is so low that it gives me goose bumps in its wake.

“No, I’m not scared.” I grit my teeth.

What the heck, Daisy? It’s a simple blindfold, and it’s not that I don’t trust Charles.

“Then let’s keep it for a little while longer.” His hot breath skates over my skin, and a second later, I feel something cold against my lips. “Drink,” he whispers, pressing the glass on my quivering lips.

“Are you trying to poison me?”

He chuckles once again, and even with closed eyes, I can imagine his handsome face, his lips curling up and his eyes squinting.

“There’re a lot of things I want to do with you, but killing is definitely not one of them.”

Okay, then.

I take a sip and the whiskey burns my throat. Heat travels from my mouth down to my throat, and I feel it in my core.

He takes the glass away, then I’m hoisted into the air before he settles down right where I was and places me on his lap.

“I don’t think this room is lacking any sitting space.”

“It’s not, but this is my favorite spot.”

Um, okay. What can I say to that? Because truthfully, this is my favorite spot too. On his lap.

“Can I remove the blindfold now?” I’ve lost count of the times I’ve repeated this question.