Page 73 of Black Light: Cured

me, the smile he’s wearing falters just a touch at the sight of my furrowed brows.

“Staying the night?” I repeat, fumbling for my words. “I—”

“Unless you think you can wait for me to fuck you until we get back to my place?” His grin is

wicked.

My mouth goes dry as my cheeks heat. I want nothing more than to let him have his wicked way

with me, and I manage a quiet, “We could just skip dinner?”

“Oh no.” He chuckles, holding out his arm for me. “Not with all the effort you put into preparing

for our date tonight. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to miss out on a nice meal. Cum may satisfy your

carnal hungers, but not the physical ones.”

Heat floods my face as I look around to see if anyone heard what he said. If they did, they don’t

act like they care. Sliding my arm through his, I let him lead me to the front desk, but the butterflies in

my stomach continue to flutter about as I take in the muted, rich space.

“Yes, Dr. St. James. We have you all set for your dinner and room reservation. I do hope you

enjoy your meal and your stay with us.”

“Thank you, Alice. I’m sure we will.”

His light squeeze brings my brain back to planet earth just in time to see the slender woman

behind the counter flash me a bright smile. Turning toward the restaurant, I pull my lower lip into my

mouth and gnaw on it for a moment before Master Aiden slides his finger under my chin.

“If I’m not allowed to muss your makeup, then by God you’re not allowed to either. I don’t want

to see that lip go into your mouth again, or I’m going make it clear to everyone in this restaurant what

plans I have for you by devouring your lips right here in front of everyone.”

Swallowing, I release my bottom lip and nod at him, being the good girl I’ve promised to be. So

much is happening so suddenly as I follow him to the table and sit, my heart hammering in my chest.

I don’t mind that we’re staying at the hotel, but what about tomorrow? What about work? I don’t

have my uniform with me, nor do I have what I need to get ready in the morning. I so badly want to

live in the now, to be carefree like Master Aiden, but it’s more difficult for me.

He would probably be able to pop out of bed, put on a suit, and go about his day. It’s not that

simple for me. I have a routine. Hell, my hair alone has a routine. If we were just going to his house,

it would be easy for him to take me home when we’re done, but here at the hotel, it would be a waste

of money to use it for sex and then leave.