Chapter 50 Regina

• "You look like a sore loser," I tell Federico sitting at the head of the table. His eyes track my movements, pausing on my chest for a second too long before dropping down to my lap. Then he looks back up to my face but doesn't say anything. He's still miffed about the phonecall from from earlier. Never thought I'd ever see this man pouting and damn if my mind doesn't conjure a mini Federico doing the same. I'd reach over and try to make amends but he started this game. I'm competitive as hell and by now, he should know how vengeful I can be. If he thought he could get me to beg him then I'm afraid he picked the wrong woman.
• Biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, I study him. His intense eyes, straight nose, chiseled jaw, and the five o'clock shadow he's spotting. He has a head full of hair that isn't slicked back today but still looks neat. It's as if he can't bear looking anything other than perfect. Then there's the broad shoulders, muscular arms, and talented fingers that gave me my first orgasm after years. He's probably the most eligible bachelor in this country and it's a wonder women haven't tried to tie him down with a baby.
• It's no secret he dated a lot of public figures and socialites. Not having a few baby mamas means he's always careful not to find himself in such situations. Men like him pay women to get rid of unwanted pregnancies or do it themselves. I wonder how much he'll divulge about his private life if I ask him. He seems to know a lot about me so it's only fair he gives me some answers. Except I'm not interested in finding out the exact number of women he's fucked.