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Mischief dances in her eyes, and she knows exactly what she is doing. So, let’s see where this goes.
“If you wanted to get me in a private room, you only needed to ask,” I say, slightly lifting my hips up and widening my legs.
“I have no doubt that is true. I’m sure any woman on earth could invite you into a private room, and you would run like a lapdog,” she snarks with fire in her eyes.
I shrug. “Not every woman. But I do have a weakness for a certain pink-haired girl that caught my interest a few nights ago. Her? Yes, I would follow her into a private room.” I sit up, holding her gaze. “Every time.”
She gulps and rolls her eyes.
Fuck, I wonder if she likes to be spanked.
“Well, even if that were me, maybe I don’t want anything to do with a certain blue-eyed boy that I hypothetically met at a club a few nights ago, or I would have texted him.”
“Hmm, I doubt that.” I chuckle, trying to push as many buttons as I can. I like to watch her get flustered and all riled up.
“You don’t know me, and you can’t know that,” she quips.
I lean forward. “I know you liked pressing your ass as tight as it could get against my cock with only that thin dress and my jeans separating us. I know you liked when I stuck my thumb in your mouth. And I fucking loved how it felt when your tongue flicked it over and over.” I lick my lips and stop myself from going over to her. “You’re right. I don’t know for sure that you want anything to do with me. But I know, that night, you did. And, God, what I would have given to have you come home with me. The things I would have done to you—with your consent, of course, Little Dove.”
Her thighs are squeezed together so tightly, and her chest is rising so fast that I think she might be the one to make a move.
But as much as I want to take her across that oak desk right now, I’m occasionally a man of patience. This being one of those times. When I take Little Dove, I want to be in such a state of desire that she is all I can think about, all I crave. And that simply takes time.
“I want to take you out for dinner. Tonight,” I tell her, waiting with bated breath for her answer.
She chuckles and puts her forehead against the palm of her hand. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Rising off of the love seat, I walk over to her, gently caress the back of her hand that’s resting on her forehead, and pull it away.
She hesitantly looks up to me. I can’t stop myself from reaching out and touching the smooth skin of her cheek. I cup it, sliding my fingers under her ear and stroking her flushed cheek with my thumb.
“Please,” I whisper to her.
I almost have to slap myself for begging her. I have never begged a woman for her time.
She stares at me for what feels like forever, as if a war is waging in her mind. Then, ever so slightly, she nods her head, and a small smile forms on her full lips. “Yes.”
“Can I pick you up at your place?” I ask her, still stroking her cheek.
Her eyes quickly widen. “No, but I will meet you there. Speaking of which, where will we go?”
Well, I won’t ask for more details on that scared reaction to my question right now, but I definitely will later.
I have only been here a handful of times with Laura and Alec. But I do remember loving the cheese-stuffed ravioli at Elevation. I also remember the crazy-high prices, but I don’t really give a shit about that. I want to hear her moan while she eats the most delicious pasta she’s ever had.
“How about Elevation?”
Sliding my hand away from her cheek, I drop it to my side. I can’t help but notice the tiniest frown form on her lips.
“That is way too expensive. Also, you need a reservation, like, months in advance. How about Culver’s?”
“No.” I laugh. “How about Elevation? I can get us a table; don’t worry.”
A perk of being a Nighthawk is that tables magically seem to appear when you want to eat at a sold-out restaurant. Also, I remember them having great security, no paparazzi allowed inside. I don’t want to scare her off right away.
“And if I say no, will that change your opinion on where to go?” she asks.
“No, not at all. They have the best pasta, and I want to watch you drool over it.”
