trying to figure out who I owe is hard so let me know if I owe you
He couldn’t help a smirk, his mind coming up with several dirty ideas for how he’d like to please her - she was a beautiful woman and he was keenly aware of that. Sadly, the bar had ‘ethics’ and Killian wasn’t about to let some pretty little society girl take away the job he loved.
“My card has my number on it, you can call me day or night, and either I or my assistants will bring you whatever you require. This does include conversation, hand-holding shoulders to cry on, whatever. We’re a full service firm, small as we are. There will of course be a charge. Any questions?”
“Thank you.” She fell back onto her polite reserve, the best armor she had to guard herself with. He was dangerously handsome and she was rather shocked to be so aware of it—not in a clinical way as she had with other men. For Aurora, there had only ever truly been Philip, and she had been content with that.
Perhaps this was another measure of revenge. She had given him so much loyalty, and so much love, and he tossed it back at her as if it were worth nothing to him.
Or maybe she was just lonely.
Both thoughts made Aurora uneasy, and her fingers took to drumming nervously on the table. “Please send the bill directly to me.” Her father had already made it perfectly clear she’d receive no support from him on this. “I’m typically the crying type, but I shall keep the shoulder in mind.”
“I’m not a tyrant… well, not a huge one.” He liked his ship a certain way, he was after all, bloody Captain Hook. Killian had a reputation to maintain. “Besides, you knock me down several pegs every day, I’m much nicer now than I ever was before.”
“Oh, yes. It isn’t huge, at all,” she said with a absentminded murmur, but there there was no missing the glint of teasing in her eyes. With all the arrogance a queen could muster she tossed her hair over her shoulders. “You’re lucky to have me, Killian. Elsewise your ego would probably sink the ship.”