“I hate champagne.”

Ha. As if I didn’t know everything about her.

“You don’t, but there’s also a fully stocked bar.”

I leaned forward across the cavernous space, gesturing at the miniature wine rack. “We’ve got some very nice reds if you’re in the mood for wine. You prefer reds, I believe?”

She folded her arms across her ample chest and glared at me.  “I’m not thirsty.”

“Are you hungry, then? I have sandwiches. Roast beef still your favorite? Or would you like some milk chocolate? It’s Swiss, and exquisite.  Maybe some fruit salad? Don’t worry, there are no grapes.” I remembered every last one of her likes and dislikes.

“Stop being so ridiculously nice!” she huffed.

I loved her fire. I’d meet it with flames of my own.

“Okay. You want mean Derrick?” I growled. “Let me show you mean Derrick.”

In one swift move I straddled her as she sat there, and pinned her arms above her head. “You now live under my authority.  I will never force you to do anything sexually. I won’t have to. There will, however, be rules.”