"Granted, the world falls at my feet for the most part, but it's not only because I have money, you know. It's also because I'm nice to look at."
Delaney frowned slightly. "Okay yes, I'm over privileged. I'm a spoiled brat, for the most part, and I can admit it. And I'm not going to hide behind my upbringing, and spin you a sob story about how Mummy and Daddy never taught me any better, because it would be a load of rubbish. Mummy and Daddy didn't teach me a damn thing. I was raised by a glorified maid."
She narrowed her eyes. "And before you think I'm trying to work the "poor little rich girl" angle, you can forget it. I know exactly who I am and why I do the things I do - it's because I was spoiled rotten to overcompensate for my parents never being there, and I liked it. There's no harm in admitting that one likes to be spoiled."
Realization was dawning on her, and she knew it showed on her face. "But you... that's why I like you so much. You are the first person in my life who hasn't bowed down before me, who hasn't rushed to strip down for me. You're the first person who has made me work - the first person I've wanted to work for."