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“I’ll have a rosé wine please.” Emily asks and I opt for water. We wait for the drinks to come first before grabbing some food.
With plates in hand, we peruse the dishes on the hot plates and gather some of the different ones before going back to our table.
“So, what’s this all about?” Emily sips her wine before picking up her fork and spearing it into some chicken.
“As I told you already, I thought we could have lunch.” Our gazes meet across the table and hold for more than a few seconds.
“Well, it’s a nice gesture anyway. Thank you,” she smiles softly and turns back to her food.
“You’re welcome.” I answer just as gently. I can’t take my eyes from her. She’s stunning. I wish things had been different all those years back, a part of me wishes I’d stood up to Mitch, but the other part of me, the sensible part knows I’ve done the right thing.
Realising I haven’t taken a bite of the food in front of me, I scoop some noodles up with chopsticks and put them in my mouth. I must’ve been in a world of my own because when I look up to see she’s staring at me.
“There’s always a show off when you come to places like this.”
I have no idea what she’s talking about. “Hm? Sorry, what do you mean?”
“Chopsticks. It’s not normal to be able to use those things you know, but of course you’d know.” She smirks.
“Of course.” The one corner of my mouth tips up in a smirk before I return to my thoughts and my food. “It’s not my fault you’re a commoner.” I mutter jokingly.
Her mouth drops but she can’t hide her amusement. She grabs her napkin, “Troy Parker. How rude.” I laugh as she throws the napkin at me.“Well, the joke’s on you,” she states as I pass her napkin back.
“How do you figure that?” I ask her, genuinely confused.
“Well, you could find someone more sophisticated than me,” she holds my gaze, her blue eyes regarding me.
“Not as beautiful though. I can take that any day over sophisticated.” Smiling, she digs back into what’s left on her plate.
By the time we’ve had another plate of food and a dessert, we are stuffed, and time is pressing down on me.
“Are you ready to get going?” I ask drinking the rest of my water.
“I’m stuffed. I may not move for the rest of the day. Maybe I can take a nap in my office.” she drains the last bit of wine in her glass and sits up straight, stretching her stomach out.
Pushing my chair our I hold my hand out for her. She glances between my hand and my eyes before taking it anyway and I lead her from the restaurant, passing the waitress and thanking her. Once out on the pavement, we cross the road to my car and open the door for her. She thanks me with a smile, a genuine one that creases the corners of her eyes. Maybe I did good this time. I close her door once she’s inside and go around to my own and take her back to the gallery.
We hold each other’s gaze for a beat, neither of us saying anything. Emily breaks the silence first. “Thank you for lunch. It was lovely.”
“Anytime.” Our eyes meet and as hers softens, mine discover a different hunger. I want to carry on home so I can devour a different kind of dessert. She leans across and with her hand on my face she places her lips on my cheek in a sweet kiss.“I’ll see you later.”
As she teases my skin with her lips, my eyes close. She pulls away from me and my eyes pop open, but I can’t let her leave yet. Grasping her wrist loosely in my fingers I drag her back to me. Our lips connect as a breath blows from my nose and I kiss her properly. Not some poxy peck on the cheek, I take advantage of her parted lips pushing my tongue against hers, devour her. A small moan erupts from the back of her throat while my fingers tangle in her hair when the kiss turns harder. As my trouser tighten and our kiss slows, I grab her hand to cover my hard cock, releasing her lips. “You see what you do to me.”
A smirk tugs at her mouth. “As much as I’d love to help you with that, I have to go back to work, and you have an appointment.” I will for it to go down, but it isn’t budging.
“Fucking tease.” She leans across and kisses me again, it’s quick but precise as her lips mould perfectly to mine.
“Good luck,” she sits back in her chair and puts her handbag onto her lap, reaching in she takes out what I assume is a lipstick and pulls the visor down from the roof.
She drags the red paint across her lips and lean across, resting my elbow on the armrest between the two seats. “You know I’d like nothing more than to see the mark of your lips around my cock.”
Her brows lift, she purses her lips and blows me a kiss. Then without another word she opens the door with a sexy smile and gets out. She steps quickly across the road, well as quick as those sexy fucking shoes will allow before disappearing through the gallery door. All I need is for my dick to go down before I get to my appointment.
Luckily after the twenty-minute drive to the company I’m meeting with, it does. And now after having lunch with my girl, I’m ready to take on the world.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
EMILY
