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Chapter 14
Sutton~
Iwas sitting at the table absolutely despising my weakness. Getting ready for tonight had been a nightmare of desperate curses and Delta chuckling at me the entire time.
It wasn’t that Ross was forcing me on this date, and that was the worst of it. I could have easily refused. I could have easily said no, and then called the police if I had really wanted out of this date. Hell, I could have flown home to visit my grandparents for the weekend.
I could have done a lot of things.
However, I hadn’t.
Instead of listening to my brain, my heart and hope had me sitting across from Ross Carmichael on a goddamn date that was going to lead to him in my bed by the end of the night. Not only did I miss sex, but I missed it with Ross. Sure, I’ve done a lot of solo loving these past couple of months to ease the tension, but there was nothing like Ross Carmichael holding me down, forcing his eight-inch cock deep inside my body while I cried, begged, and moaned.
Looking at the gorgeous sonofabitch across from me, I just wasn’t sure if I was weak, or if I was weak just for him. Plus, there was all the other shit that I didn’t understand. While I had no doubt that there was some bad blood between him and August Remington, I still had no idea why.
With most of the main meal gone and pleasantries no longer enough to sustain polite conversation, I decided to get candid. “So, now what?”
Ross’ fork stopped in mid-air. “Excuse me?”
I glanced around the fancy restaurant, glanced at the food, the wine glasses, then back up into that perfect face of his. “So, you drive me two towns over, bring me to this very nice restaurant, order the perfect meals and wine, act like the perfect gentleman, pretty much executing the perfect night out, and for what?” I leaned back in my seat. “To impress me? We both know we’re way past that possibility.”
Ross set his fork down and gave me his full attention. “First off, don’t act like this is the first date I’ve ever taken you on,” he replied. “I’ve treated you to a nice night out before. Fancier than this place if I’m recalling correctly.” He set his arms on the table. “Secondly, I’m not doing any of this to impress you, Sutton. I know there’s no impressing you. I knew it when we first hooked up. You’re not that kind of girl. My money, social standing, reputation…none of it impresses you. That’s probably why I fell for you so quickly.”
Before I could say anything, a new server appeared at our table. While I had made the effort to do something nice with my auburn hair and play up my green eyes, I was nothing compared to this blonde beauty. Even in her work uniform, she looked lovely. I almost laughed at how she looked better in a restaurant uniform than I did in my best dress.
“Good evening, my name is Emmaline,” she greeted. “Trent is on break for the moment, so if you need anything, please let me know.”
I smiled at her. “Thank you, Emmaline.”
Ross didn’t even spare her a glance. He was still shooting daggers my way. “Thanks,” he bit out.
Then the inevitable happened.
Emmaline leaned in closer towards Ross. “I’m here for anything you need, Mr. Carmichael,” she cooed, announcing that she knew exactly who her patron was. “Anything at all.”
I should have taken offense. I should have pointed out that we were on a date. I should have broadcasted her obviousness. I should have felt…something. However, all I felt was resigned. He was Ross Carmichael. This shit was going to happen, no matter where he went or what he was doing. Plus, she was prettier than I was. Why wouldn’t she think she could entice him?
When I glanced across the table, that fire was back in Ross’ blue eyes, only I had no idea what he was pissed about this time. For someone who had a reputation for being patient and level-headed, the boy sure did seem pissed a lot.
Then I watched in shameful fascination as Ross looked up at her and said, “The only thing I need help with is getting my girlfriend home as fast as possible, so I can fuck her hard enough, deep enough, and brutal enough that she never thinks of leaving me for another guy. So,Emmaline, unless you can do something about the traffic laws, I’d say there isn’t a goddamn thing you can do for me.” The boy was growling at her, and my traitorous vagina was cheering him on. “Perhaps, the check. Can you get us the check?” He turned back to face me. “And make it quick.”
Emmaline scurried away, and I couldn’t even feel sorry for her.
However, manners forced me to ask, “Was that really necessary?”
“She hit on me while you were sitting right across from me, Sutton,” he snapped. “Hell fucking yes that was necessary.”
“Maybe she thought I was your sister or cousin,” I posed.
“I don’t give a fuck what she thought,” he shot back. “The assumption to always seeing a couple together is that they are on a date. You never do something so crass as make yourself available like that.”
“She’s very pretty, thou-”
“That’s fucking it,” he snapped, and I didn’t say anything as he flagged the maître d, swearing under his breath.
When the maître d approached, he asked, “How may I help you?”
Ross pulled out his wallet, then handing over five one-hundred-dollar bills. “This should cover the cost of the meal and our original server’s tip,” Ross said before looking at me and saying, “Get up. We’re leaving.”
