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“That feels amazing.” My muscles relax and my posture goes slack.
“Looking forward to tonight?” he asks, his voice smooth.
“I am. Are we having dinner before?”
“We are. I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.” The massaging stops and his lips feather along my ear, sending goose bumps across my skin. “I might have to fire you, Princess.”
I smirk. “Why’s that?”
“I couldn’t get anything accomplished with you on my mind.”
His fingers tangle in my hair, then tighten, and tilt my head to the side. Erotic kisses travel up and down my neck. Reaching my ear, he licks along the shell, then nibbles my lobe. My nipples become pointed peaks and my breathing grows deeper.
“Grayson.” His name is a whispered plea for more.
“Five-thirty, Princess. Don’t wear any panties tonight, unless you want me to take them, too.”
Placing one last kiss on my neck, he departs, leaving me yearning for more.
Chapter Seven
Emma
After a shower and getting dressed in one of my sexiest, black dresses—fitted, short, with lace sleeves, and just the right amount of cleavage—I slip into my tie-up, black stilettos. I leave my naturally wavy, dark hair loose and cascading down my back. I put on a smoky eye shadow to match my gray eyes. A look in the mirror leaves me feeling incredibly sexy.
The familiar tap of knuckles on my door echoes into my room. I hurry to the door, excited for Grayson to see me. When I open the door, his eyes widen, and he slowly admires my outfit, head-to-toe.
“Emma, you look stunning.”
He enters, closing the door behind him. I admire him in his perfectly fit black suit, styled hair, and sexy-as-fuck smile that’s still gleaming as he looks at me.
“We have a problem,” he says, his expression serious.
“What problem?” I ask, concerned.
“Remember how I said I believe I’m patient?”
“Yes.”
“I’m struggling with patience right now, with you looking like this.”
I’m pulled into his arms and kissed. Beneath his lips, I feel his restrained, sexual tension. With firm, roaming hands, he caresses down my back and lower to my ass, pressing my pelvis flush against his.
“Emma, please tell me there’s nothing under this dress.”
A smirk widens my mouth. “There’s not.”
A wicked smile forms as he lets out a satisfied groan. “Come on, Princess, before we miss our reservation.”
Aqua may be a silly name for a restaurant, but it is one of the most popular in town and difficult to get into. After the valet takes Grayson’s sleek, silver, sports car, his hand finds its way to my lower back as he guides me into the restaurant.
Behind the hostess station is a woman near my age with pretty blond ringlets, red lips and a black blouse with matching black dress pants. “Mr. Cole, we’ve been expecting you. Right this way.”
I’m a little startled she recognized him and Grayson smiles at me as if to reassure me it’s not an intimate recognition.
Pulling my chair out, Grayson waits for me to sit. As he takes his seat, I get a good look at the restaurant I’ve never had the pleasure of being inside of. The large, glass windows overlook the lights of the city and just outside is a pond with a brightly lit fountain at the center. Inside, each round, glass table has a small aquarium in the middle, housing a beautifully colored Siamese fighting fish. Dangling from the ceiling are blue lights that give the restaurant an aquatic ambiance. The bar is also glass, with stunning salt water fish swimming inside the front of it.
“This place is amazing.”
