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"I'll bring the check right away," he replied, then headed toward the register area.
The music became even louder in the meantime, and I couldn't wait to get out of here.
Thankfully, he returned quickly. After paying, and leaving the waiter a generous tip, Reese and I left.
"Where do you live exactly?" she asked when I opened the car door for her.
"In the South Loop neighborhood," I said.
She nodded once but didn't say anything.
"You sure you don't want us to go anywhere else?" My question was loaded, and I hoped she didn't pick up on my eagerness.
"I'm sure," she said.
This evening had taken an unexpected turn, and I couldn't have been happier about it.
When we arrived at my condo a short while later, I ushered her inside with my hand on the small of her back.
"Wow. This place is amazing." She walked straight to the window wall. I called it that because it was made exclusively out of windows overlooking the skyline of Chicago. "I bet this is gorgeous when there’s still light outside. I mean, it's breathtaking like this too, of course."
I turned on the light of the reading lamp that hung above an armchair.
"I like the color palette," she said, turning around. "Very masculine."
I tried to view it from her perspective—a black carpet with gray stripes, a round black coffee table, and a dark blue couch.
“Are you going to decorate it for Christmas?” she inquired.
“I haven’t thought about that. Maybe. There is still time.”
She grinned. “You can never start too early. I’ve already put a few things up in my condo.”
"Damn. You like starting really early. Do you want anything to drink?" I asked her.
"Can you make a martini?"
"I can, actually. The bar is fully stocked."
She sat down on the couch, looking even more beautiful right now than any other time I'd seen her. There was something about seeing her on my couch that tapped into my primal instinct.
I mixed her martini and poured my bourbon. "I don't have any olives," I said as I brought both our glasses to where she was seated.
She laughed. "Honestly, the alcohol is all that matters. I never eat the olive or cherry or whatever they put in it anyway." She glanced around the room, then looked back at me. "So, did you live here with your ex-wife?"
"No, I bought this place after the separation. I wanted something fresh, something that represented me.”
"Hence the masculine vibe. Got it. It's very elegant."
I sat next to her on the couch, handing her the drink. Our fingers brushed, and just like back at the restaurant, a spark flew between us. This time, I couldn't hold back a groan.
She looked from the glass up to my lips before finally gathering the courage to make eye contact.
"Dom," she murmured.
I needed to taste her. Right now.
Chapter Fourteen
