She’s trying to hold it together, to show me how resilient she is to my advances. But little does she know, I’m really the weakone here because if she told me to sit like a damn dog, I would with a smile on my face.
“You should.” I click my tongue and smile.
“Any dessert?” the waiter interrupts us, and I don’t know whether to thank him or curse him out.
I want to keep flirting, pushing the limits, but I also don’t want to push her too far, too fast.
She shakes her hands and head at the same time. “Please, God, no. I’m so full, but thank you.”
“Same here,” I tell him, collecting my silverware and napkin on the plate for him to clear. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he murmurs, taking my plate, then Shay’s. “Feel free to stay and visit as long as you’d like. The place is yours.”
Nodding, I smile and thank him once more before he walks off back to the kitchen.
“I still can’t believe you rented the whole place out,” Shay gasps. “How much did that even cost?”
Closing my eyes and playfully scowling, I open my eyes back up and look at her. “I’m not telling you. But trust me, it was worth every penny.”
I can see the wheels turning behind her eyes, trying to come up with some smart come back or comment, but she stops herself and instead says, “Well, it means a lot. So, thank you. Seriously, best date I’ve ever been on.”
My heart does a backflip. “A date, huh?”
Her eyes widen, and she sucks in a breath. “I mean, not like adate, date. It’s more like a professional dinner …date.”
“Oh, no, not to me. To me, this was definitely adate, date,” I tease her, and her smile slips free.
She shrugs. “Typically, I think, most guys don’t have to lie to their girl to get them to agree to dinner.”
When she crosses her arms over her chest, I force my gaze to stay on hers and not fall to the crease growing up her chest.Although it’s not like I haven’t already seen her completely naked in the shower.
The image appears in my mind, and my cock twitches in response in my slacks, my fists clenching at my sides. I’m going to need to lock myself in my room soon before I lose it.
“Ready?” My voice cracks, and I groan at the sound.
She nods, biting down on her laugh. “Yeah.”
“All right.”
I stand up from the table and push the chair in before walking around the table to get hers. But she beats me to it, kicking her chair back and standing beside me, her gaze falling to my lips.
“I’ve got it. Thanks though,” she whispers, her breathy voice trailing down my body like a physical caress.
Clearing my throat, I gesture for her to lead the way, and she does, giving me an unobstructed view of her ass in those perfectly fitted dress pants as she walks to the door, stopping by the coat rack.
I help her into her jacket and throw mine on. My phone chimes a moment later to let me know our ride is here. The spring night air greets us, and I know if it wasn’t for the city lights, the sky would be littered with twinkling stars.
I get the door for her, and she thanks me.
I walk around the car and slide into the backseat, greeting the driver, “Hey, man.”
He turns his head and smiles. “Have a good meal? I love this place.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “It was incredible. Best I’ve ever had really.” Shay pinches my leg, and I turn my head to her, shrugging. “What? It was. Best ever.”
She rolls her eyes playfully, and I reach out, flattening my hand on the top of her thigh and squeezing gently. Oh God, I shouldn’t have done that because feeling her legs part ever soslightly for me makes my dick harden to a fucking rock and my sense of sanity fly out of the damn window.
“We should arrive in ten minutes,” the driver announces as he pulls out of the parking lot, turning onto the busy street.
