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“A girl’s first time should be special.” Cain winks and takes my hand firmly in his.
A beautiful woman dressed in a grey power suit and straddling a clipboard to her breast, like a baby suckling its mother's teat, walks through the crowd. Her lips are painted the same shade of red as her hair and the corner of her lip is ticked in a charming grin. “Mr. Hawthorne, we’ve been expecting you.”
A man rushes behind her, dressed in the fiery red of a topaz gemstone. He takes the Buick’s keys from Cain and gets in without a word.
“Delia,” Cain greets the woman. “I presume my table and chair are ready for this evening?”
“They are,” Delia says. “And this must be Alyssa. It’s wonderful to make your acquaintance.”
“And yours.” This upper-crust living isn’t what I’m used to, and I feel out of place. The way Cain speaks with confidence, my voice is meek and humble.
“Then right this way, I’ll show you to your seats.”
We follow Delia through the Topaz. A few members of the group mutterno fairandwhy does he get special attentionwhile we walk by. They’ve got a good point, and it leaves me wondering who the man I’m going on a date with is. How does he carry so much weight, yet I’ve never heard his name before the funeral?
The inside of the Topaz is as lavish as the out. Enormous gilded pillars carry the weight of the massive building without strain. A red carpet leads to reception, a grand staircase or the elevators, and the Topaz’s connected restaurant and bar. The staff is dressed similarly to Cain for the men and red dresses for the women.
Delia takes us through the entry hall, skipping by the reception and into the restaurant. She takes us to the last open table in the house, with a small nameplate reading: Reserved for Cain Hawthorne.
“I’ll have someone tend to you immediately,” Delia says. “Enjoy your stay at the Topaz Hotel.”
She wanders off to find a server.
“What do you think?” Cain pulls out my seat and tucks me under the table.
“She was totally giving you thefuck meeyes,” I blurt out. A regrettable sentence has never left my mouth faster.
Cain takes it in his stride and laughs, sitting opposite me. “Then she’s shit out of luck.”
“Why’s that?” I raise a brow.
“You’re the only woman in this place that lights a fire in my belly,” Cain says. Those words don’t light a fire in mine, but they manage to get me wet in the place that counts.
“Those are some dangerous words.” I lean forward and rest my chin on my elbows.
“And why’s that?” Cain raises a brow.
“Because they’re what I want to hear,” I say aloof. “And if you’re not careful, I might have to get a taste of your cock before our dinner arrives.”
Cain chokes, his eyes nearly fly out of his head. The surprise on his face washes away into a charming smile.
“You better be careful, Alyssa.” Cain waggles one of his fingers in my face. “You might wake the monster in me if you’re not.”
The Monster?My mind does mad sprints at the thought. What would he do if I carry on? Bend me over and fuck me in front of everyone? Get the wild thrill of having an audience while he breaks me and claims me as his?
My leg instinctively kicks forward and brushes against his shin. Cain swallows hard enough for his meaty neck to tense.
This is going to be fun.
A waiter arrives and I flush with embarrassment, feeling naughty with how brash I’ve been. Cain orders scotch for himself, and I get a bottle of wine. I can drink, but I don’t want to. Nothing will get in the way of our perfect night or the memory that will stick with me for the rest of our lives. Cain orders a steak and salad. I do the same.
“How’s the grub?” Cain asks. He hasn’t eaten much, but neither have I with the anticipation of what’s to come.
“It’s good, but I’m looking forward to the dessert,” I say.
“And what do you have in mind for it?” He lifts a menu from an empty chair at his side.
“Me. I’m your tasty treat.” The thin sheet of laminated paper falls from his hands.
