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“There aren't any prices on these menus,” she says a moment later.
I chuckle. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Are you sure?”
I lean forward and stare at her, pinning her in place with my gaze.
You never have to worry about money again, I want to say.
Instead, I reply, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Why the heck did I choose spaghetti?” Rosie giggles as she dabs at her chin with the napkin. “God, I’m completely embarrassing you, aren’t I?”
I laugh and shake my head, reaching across with my napkin and rubbing at her chin. “You could never embarrass me.”
“No?” She smiles in that gorgeously sassy way of hers. “What if I jumped onto the table and started singing and dancing, huh? Are you sure you wouldn’t be embarrassed then?”
“Nope.”
I smirk widely at her as I cut into my steak.
“I don’t believe you.”
She laughs softly.
“It’s the truth. Anything you do, it’s you, Rosie. It’s one hundred percent you. And I could never be embarrassed by that.”
I need to hold these sorts of declarations back, beat them down, throttle them so I don’t roar what part of me hungrily wants to.
That she’s mine, she’ll always be mine. Forever.
“How’s your spaghetti?” I ask.
“Delicious. The best I ever tasted. And your steak?”
I stare at her tits, those round, delicious, and tempting breasts, so full and luscious. My mind can’t help but imagine how much fuller they’re going to become when she’s breastfeeding, her nipples pert with milk.
It’s a strange thought, I’ll admit that. But the beast inside of me doesn’t care. The primal animal inside of me wants to massage one tit as I suck on the other, tasting her, feeling the life force of our future flowing through her young body.
The beast within wants to bend her over the fancy table right now, pull up that silver dress, and just fucking slam into her. I wouldn’t even pull down her panties, just push them aside and start thrusting into her hot young hole, taking her virginity like an enraged bull.
“So how’s work going?” she asks. “Are you heading back to the West Coast any time soon?”
Not if it involves being apart from you.
“I’m not sure,” I say. “I might stay here for a while, focus on my gyms, teach a few more classes, and get more involved in the charity work.”
“It’s so awesome what you do with your charity, Ryker. I was reading about it online. Some of those kids were so close to a life of crime before you got them interested in working out and got them free gym memberships. It sounds like you’ve built quite the community.”
I shrug. “It’s true. A lot of kids have been saved through the program. But I can’t take all the credit. I front the cash for the gyms, for the memberships, and then the managers go and implement my business plans. I like to pick my managers from the local areas. Sometimes they’ve got checkered pasts of their own. But they know what these kids are going through. They know how important it is to find something separate from that shitty life.”
“I’m proud of you,” she murmurs.
My heart gives a kick in my chest at her words, beating faster.
“And after what happened with Zane,” I snarl. “I consider it my duty to do some good in this world.”
“It’s not your fault, Ryker. You know that, right?”
“It is,” I tell her softly. “A man has to take responsibility, even when it’s tempting not to. A man has to stand by his decisions. I decided to hire Zane, to put up with his crap around women because he was my friend. It backfired.”
“Is that why you’ve never found a woman? Because it’s too difficult to trust?”
She asks the question with surprising confidence, staring at me the same way I do, and suddenly I feel pinned in place. But not in a bad way.
My Rosie could pin me in place all damn day.
“Maybe I was just waiting for you.”
I mean it to come out playful, but I fail massively. I sound dead serious. Because I am. I’ve never been more serious about anything.
She laughs, but there’s a tremor in it. For a second I think she can sense the fullness of my desire for her, senses that it goes far beyond this date, far beyond lust.
“That’s not really an answer to my question,” she says.
“I’ve been busy with work my whole life,” I tell her. “Building a business, especially one like mine, it takes long hours. In the beginning, I’d often work sixteen hour days.”
“Okay, but lately? Now it’s established and you have more free time?”
I try for a grin. “Well, you see, I’d never met a woman named Rosie Williams before. And I simply refuse to be with anybody who isn’t you.”
“Come on.” She laughs. “I showed you mine.”
She’s talking about the fact that she shared her parents’ story with me, and she’s right. I owe her some truth.
