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“You’re sure you don’t want anything? I’m warning you now, when it comes to chocolate, I don’t share.”
He chuckles. “Neither do I. Sharing isn’t really my thing. Besides, I would never dream of coming between a lady and her dessert.”
I sip my wine and offer him a slow smile. So far, he’s checking all the boxes: great looking, decent conversationalist, nice manners. He’s not getting sloppy drunk or criticizing me for eating something decadent, and has dropped a couple of suggestive hints. Enough to let me know he’s game for some post-dinner fun, without being gross about it.
I finish the torte and wait for the waiter to clear the table. In this day and age, inviting a strange man up to my room is maybe not the smartest move. Luckily, I’m excellent at taking care of myself, should the need arise. All the same, it doesn’t hurt to make a backup plan.
“Will you excuse me for a moment?” I say, rising from my chair. I make my way to the ladies’ room, where I confirm that my long, dark curls are still flowing and tamed, and that my makeup is still going strong. I touch up my lipstick and shoot one last message to Oaklyn.
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She replies with a thumbs up and a
With a grin, I return to the table where Fiero is waiting. “If we’re done with food, it seems rude to keep this table occupied. Would you like to join me upstairs?” I ask. “We could finish our drinks there.”
He shoots me a heated look and deliberately sets his now-empty tumbler on the table. “I don’t need another drink. But I’d love to take you upstairs.”
Adria
We’resilent in the elevator, letting the tension and anticipation build. He stands close to me, his hand lightly pressed against my lower back. It’s a perfectly casual gesture, nothing sexual at all. But the heat of his big palm feels like a brand. When we finally reach my room and I get the door open, I have to admit that I’m both excited and aroused.
Please, please let this be fun.
I step into my suite and toss my purse onto a chair. “Come on in,” I invite.
He does, enough to close the door, but he doesn’t follow me across the room.
“Everything okay?” I ask. If he suddenly decides to call everything off, that will suck.
He leans against the door, hands in his pockets. “It’s fine. More than fine. I just want to make certain: Are you sure about this?” he asks. “I might not be your…type.” The dark glint in his amber eye has me raising a brow. Whatever could he mean by that? In what world is tall, hot, and wearing a suit noteveryone’stype?
“Should I be scared?”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating low in his chest. “I guess that depends. I’m not dangerous, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I’m also not vanilla.”
At that, a bolt of heat shoots straight between my legs and a sultry smile spreads across my face.
“Good thing I’m not either.”
His pupils dilate and he glances around the room, taking everything in. “Big bed, lots of pillows, robe, some candles. I can work with that. Assuming you can handle me.”
Oh, he has no idea what I can handle. I’ve yet to meet anyone who can truly handleme.
“What exactly do you have in mind?” I ask.
He shakes his head, his lips curved in a firm smile. “No questions. You’re gonna get naked and do what you’re told. If you have a problem with anything, your safe word isbonfire. But use it wisely, because once things stop, they don’t start again. But I promise, you’ll have the time of your life, as long as you’re willing to give up control.”
I suck in my bottom lip. My, my, my. I don’t think I’ve ever met a man so direct. No hemming, no hawing. Just straight to business. Works for me.
“You like to be in charge, then?”
He shrugs. “When it suits me. At the moment, yes. Do you have any problems with that?”
I shake my head. I’ve dabbled in both sides of the domme/sub dynamic, and I know how fun being commanded can be, so long as there’s a reward at the end of it all. “Not as long as you keep your promise.”
At that, he pushes off the door and stalks toward me, his entire vibe screamingpredator. “Oh, you can be sure of that. I never make an offer I can’t fulfill.”
He crowds close to me and I’m expecting his touch, but instead, he moves past me. I catch a whiff of his scent; the fragrance is unusual, like honey and oud, with just a wisp of ashes. Not a cologne I’ve ever smelled before. Maybe not a cologne at all. Could be his natural scent.
