But the first bite melts on my tongue, and a tiny sound slips out before I can stop it.
His jade eyes darken, and I hate that he noticed my moan of pleasure.
“I like seeing you happy.”
How he takes care of the bill, I have no idea since the server never presents him with a check.
But the owner wishes us a good evening as we exit and slide into the back seat of his car that is magically waiting.
He gives Vionna my address.
“What—?”
Unapologetically he shrugs. “Your HR file.”
“You know you are not supposed to?—”
“Who’s going to stop me?”
Who, indeed?
Then reality returns. “Wait. My car’s at the office. Please drop me there.”
“Vionna is happy to pick you up in the morning. Ensure you’re on time.”
I really don’t want him to see where I live. “Just in case something comes up, I want my own vehicle.”
Sharply he arches an eyebrow. “Planning to go somewhere tonight, Ms. Hollis?”
As exhausted as I am and how early I need to get up in the morning? Straight to bed. “That’s not the point.”
His eyes flash.
Jealousy?
No. I shake my head. That’s not possible. “Please take me to my car, Vionna.”
In the rearview mirror, Vionna meets his gaze, and he gives a quick nod. He sits too close, and the heat of him warms my skin through the silk of my dress.
His hand drifts, far too close to my knee. But he doesn’t touch me. Not really. Just makes me aware of his sizzling power, so much so that my breath catches in my throat.
“You’ll ask me to touch you.” His voice is like sin in the shadows. “One day, you’ll beg me to break every rule you made.”
I turn to him, ready to disagree, but the words tangle in my mouth. His eyes are heavy-lidded, hungry. I wonder if he knows, if he can feel the way my pulse hammers out the yes I refuse to give him.
I pull my knee away, biting the inside of my cheek so I don’t do something stupid like lean in.
He smiles, slow and patient, like the predator he is.
I wish my insides didn’t melt when he looks at me like that.
His expression says he’ll wait as long as it takes. And I’m not sure I can outlast him.
Minutes later, Vionna brings the sedan to a stop near my aging ride.
“This is it?” He glances around, noting the parking lot is empty except for this one slot, and I’m nowhere near a light.
“Yep.” Refusing to be embarrassed, I pick up the bag that’s filled with my leftovers and reach for the door handle. “This is it.”
