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By the time our first course arrives, and Blake tells me a story about the last time he was in Italy and was left behind when he missed his connecting flight, I’ve forgotten all about what happened with the waiter.
Forgotten all about how maddening he can be when he acts like such a boss, and here I am back to making little sounds when he speaks.
Feeling my eyes grow wide and my lip getting chewed by my top teeth when he looks at me a certain way.
The food’s amazing, with only the pasta course looking familiar to me, but it’s the company I’m really enjoying by the time we finish dessert and I turn down the offer of coffee.
“I’ll be up all night,” I protest, stifling a yawn and not because I’m bored.
I really am beat, and with so much food in me, I’m really am ready for bed.
“Maybe if I kept you up all night I really could have you to myself all day,” he says in a deeper tone that seems to set the tableware shivering as much as I am inside.
He raises a brow in a silent question, but smiling to himself he lets me off the hook. Leaving it there and calling for the check.
Like the new outfits, I know it’s pointless to even try and stop him from paying for a meal that looks more like a mortgage payment than dinner when I see him sign the receipt without a glance.
Adding a cash tip of more than what I have in my pocket as he folds the leather receipt holder closed, handing it back to our waiter.
“I can drive us back if you’re tired,” he suggests on the way back to the car, but I shake my head.
Not only is it dad’s car, but focusing on the road will keep me alert and maybe help stop me from wondering just what he means by ‘keeping me up all night.’
Hearing him say it. Repeating the phrase in my mind is the surest thing to keep me awake all night just thinking about him.
As if I wasn’t going to anyway.
Chapter Ten
Blake
I surprised her with the clothes but shocked and maybe even angered her some before we’ve even started dinner.
I mean it though, I won’t have anyone look at her the way that waiter did. He’s lucky I didn’t kick his ass on the spot.
Far from expecting her to get upset about my reaction, I discover just how cute she gets when she really is mad.
I can’t help but smile, feeling a new dimension to my seemingly constant arousal now whenever I’m near her.
I wonder if you can be so feisty when you straddle me with my fat cock inside your sweet pussy, Krystal.
The question in my mind only makes me smile wider and stiffen harder under the tablecloth.
I feel like slipping off my shoe, pushing her legs open with my foot, and probing her dampness with it under the table.
But that’s hardly first date behavior.
Is that what this is, a first date?
Well, it is if I say it is, even though I haven’t said it in so many words out loud to Krystal. It should be fairly obvious.
She seems sleepy, but after what we just ate I can’t blame her.
I offer to drive, but she’s determined to see me ‘home’ as much as I was to get her away from hers.
It’s a different drive back, for me at least. Feels like we’re going in the wrong direction.
But if I have to wait some for the right moment or the space to create it, I guess I can do that.
But I’m not known for my patience. Not renowned for waiting too long to claim what I want in this life.
With Krystal though, I can wait as long as it takes.
Provided I don’t blow my cover or anything else in the meantime.
Pulling into her driveway I can see her neighbors is still empty, making me wonder again just what’s happened to him.
All the better for me, but it is kind of weird he’s a no show at his own house after an overseas trip he confirmed to be picked up from.
I don’t feel like playing detective right now though. The longer this guy, Nate Macy stays gone the better.
I figure I should have things squared away with Krystal within another day or two.
Slow by my own standards, but she’s a very special project. The most precious thing I’ve dealt with so far and I won’t fail her or myself in claiming her properly.
Walking her to her door instead of mine, I can see where this is leading. A long and frustrating night alone ahead for me.
“If you need a ride, just let me know. Anytime,” she tells me, pausing at her door before even trying to find her key.
“Your dad should be worried about leaving you alone with an older man,” I tell her, knowing we can’t possibly be interrupted here. Now.
