“You and me,” I confess with a shrug.
She looks taken aback, but I don’t elaborate.
She knows we have the best sex either of us has ever had—but a relationship is so much more than lust.
And I don’t know if I have anything more to give.
“Well, we’ve certainly complicated things with the sex.” Danielle stares out the window, exhaling heavily. “We should have boundaries because we can’t control ourselves.”
Boundaries?
“Like what?” I frown, my hand moving instinctively to her thigh.
“Blake,” she moans, placing her hand over mine. “You can’t keep doing that every time we try to have a conversation about reality.”
Chewing on my lip, I squeeze her thigh softly. “Hmm?”
“Boundaries.” Danielle clamps her hand over mine, moving it back to my side firmly.
“Okay, like we only fuck between office hours? That kinda thing?”
Danielle rolls her eyes, and I chuckle.
She’s so alpha.
I love it.
“As in,ifwe fuck, we acknowledge there are no feelings. Because you lied today, when you said it was more than sex. I let you off because I wanted it too.”
The car slows, and the driver opens her door, helping me delay my answer.
I’m glad because the answer in my mouth isnotthe one she needs to hear.
Because it’s bullshit.
I climb out of the car, lacing my fingers through hers as she smiles.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, hoping she doesn’t bring up feelings and emotions again.
“Thank you,” she whispers back, standing on tiptoe to press her mouth against mine.
I wonder what’s come over her, but then I hear my name being called from the press that always surrounds The Chateau.
She’s just playing her role, and that disappoints me more than it should.
Breaking the kiss, I give her a faint smile. Striding toward the entrance, still holding her hand, I give a dazzling smile to the press.
“Isn’t my wife beautiful?”
Danielle flushes, dipping her head as we enter the restaurant, air conditioning greeting us.
We’re soon seated, and Danielle doesn’t seem too fazed by the chandeliers and champagne surrounding us.
The chateau doesn’t serve many other drinks.
“A bottle of champagne, the best you have,” I instruct the server as he offers me a drinks menu.
Danielle purses her lips together, smiling at the waiter. “And I’ll have sparkling water, please.”
