My Cold Husband Can Read My Mind

Synopsis

On our wedding night, Edward, the coldest and most aloof CEO, took his time unbuttoning his cufflinks, his eyes chilly. "The agreement's signed. We sleep apart. Understood?" I nodded sweetly, hugging my blanket and about to scurry off to the guest room. "Sure thing, honey. Whatever you say, honey." The moment the door closed behind me, my mind raced with thoughts. [Seriously? That's it? I got myself squeaky clean for this, and he just leaves me hanging? Guess the rumors were spot on. He's just eye candy. All show and no go. What a waste of that sexy waist!] The next second, a soft, cold laugh echoed behind me. The door that had been tightly shut was suddenly yanked open. A strong, well-defined hand grabbed my wrist and pinned me hard against the wall. The icy chill in his eyes shattered, replaced by a predatory intensity that made my legs go weak. He leaned in close, his voice husky and rough against my ear. "All show and no go? Just eye candy?" He lifted my chin with long, slender fingers, his warm breath washing over me. "Since you're so restless tonight... I think it's time we see just how much you can handle." Wait. I didn't actually say that out loud, did I?