The waiter gives a subtle nod and leaves the food menu beside us.
“Water?” I ask, my eyes scanning the food menu. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” I’d not even given contraception a second thought.
“Don’t be absurd.” Danielle examines the menu, and I stare at her.
“Why is that absurd?”
“Why on earth would you assume I’m not taking precautions?”
“Other than the fact every time we’ve fucked, I’ve been bare, you mean?” I shoot back, just as the server arrives with the drinks.
Danielle colors, biting her lip as she mumbles a thank you to the server.
“Blake!” she hisses, her eyes darting around us. “Can you rein it in a little?”
I snort, lifting the flute to my lips. “I’ll say what I like; I’m paying good money to be here.”
Danielle glares at me, lowering her menu. “So? I don’t think that server is paid enough to hear about our sex life.”
I smirk, and she puts up a hand, silencing me.
“You’re like a child.”
“Oh, am I?”
“This is ridiculous. Just behave.” Danielle scowls at me, closing her menu. “I know what I want.”
“I know what youneed,” I snap, pissed with her attitude. “Bending over my knee.”
Danielle laughs, and just like that, I’m a mess again. “You wish, Blake.”
The image of Danielle bent over my knee in the restaurant with a bright red ass fills my mind, and I have to close my eyes.
This fucking woman.
“Don’t tempt me,” I warn, nodding at the champagne. “Try it.”
“Then dinner, right?” Danielle arches a brow, sipping on her flute of champagne. “Mm, that’s good.”
I examine the bottle, pleased she likes it. “It’s vintage.”
Danielle nods. “Thank you.”
Her gratitude catches me off guard. “For what?”
“The champagne. I know it won’t be cheap.” Danielle clears her throat, smiling as the server returns.
Somehow, I manage to get my order out of my mouth, but I’m still stuck on her sweetness.
I’ve brought women here before, and not once had they thanked me halfway through the date.
“Danielle, you don’t have to thank me. You’re doing me a favor, remember?” I remind her gently, reaching out to touch her fingers.
“I know that,” Danielle replies, moving her hand back. “But it feels a little strange.”
“Why?”
“Well, you know, since we blurred the lines. Sex wasn’t part of the contract.”
