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“Let’s eat, little tigress.” I drop one more kiss on her lips, then help her back to her chair, my heart thumping hard right along with hers. “But we’ll save dessert for when I take you home.”
11
LENA
How can my feet hurt? I’ve been sitting all night. That last trip to the bathroom almost ended my life. That’ll teach me to ever wear these shoes again. Next time I’ll go with the flats for sure. I should have listened to Kimber. She’s always freaking right. Not that I’m going to tell her that.
Dinner was delicious. I’ve never had pheasant before, but it was tender and the flavor was mouthwatering. I’m not sure what all of that other fancy stuff was that came with it, but I ate it anyway. Even though I tried to enjoy every single morsel of my food, there was an underlying race to get through dinner. I wanted more of what Heath had offered me when I was sitting in his lap. That kiss was the best part of the meal.
“Lena.” Heath’s voice interrupts my thoughts of more kisses--some not on my mouth--with him. I must have zoned out for a minute.
“Do you want anything for dessert?” he asks with a grin on that handsome face. I suddenly get nervous about what the end of our meal actually signals. I was racing to get through it, but now my nerves are starting to kick in regarding my inexperience. What if I’m terrible at whatever it is we do when we get back to my place?
“Can I see the menu?” I stall.
The waiter opens it to the dessert page and places it in my hand. I hold it up, trying to peek over the top to see Heath’s expression. He’s still smiling as I continue to study the desserts. “I’ll have the cheesecake,” I tell the waiter as I hand him back the menu.
“For you, sir?” The waiter asks Heath, whose eyes never leave mine as he gives his answer.
“No thank you. I have a craving for something in particular, and I can only get it at home.” He licks his lips.
I squeeze my thighs together. “On second thought, I’ll take that dessert to go.”
Heath throws his head back and laughs as the waiter leaves our table. God, his laugh is killer. His playfulness puts me at ease about everything, and now I don’t want to stall. He’s got me going in all different directions, but I’m certain about one thing: I want this.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” I fiddle with the napkin in my lap.
“I don’t know what it is you think you don’t know, but everything I’ve seen you do tonight has been perfect.”
“How about when I tried to walk to the bathroom in my heels?” I tease.
“Adorably sexy,” he says easily.
I soak in every compliment he gives me. I will never grow tired of hearing them from his mouth. I don’t think anyone has ever called me either of those things. Could I actually have found someone who might be okay with my little quirks? This almost feels too good to be true, but hedoeslook at me like I’m both adorable and sexy. I didn't know someone could be both, but I feel that way when his eyes flick over me. When he gives me one of those smirks.
Heath stands up, walks over to me, and pulls out my chair after grabbing the to-go bag and dropping money on the table. I begin to walk, leaning into him to help, wincing at the pain that these damn heels are causing me. I let out a small yelp when I’m lifted off my feet. Heath carries me from the restaurant easily, not caring that everyone is turning to look our way. I find that I don’t either. He’s taking care of me, and I like it. No, lloveit.
I lay my head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body. His strong arms hold me close. He moves in fluid motions as he carries me as if I weigh no more than a few pounds. I know people are watching us, but no sense of panic comes. Not when I’m in his arms. It’s as though nothing can touch me. He wouldn't allow it.
When we reach the doors, I see his sleek car at the curb already waiting for us. The valet approaches us and hands Heath the keys.
“You need a hand?” the valet asks Heath after his eyes roam over me. I think he means more than getting the car door open for me because Heath can obviously handle that. I’m not great at reading people sometimes. When I feel Heath’s entire body stiffen, I know what the valet meant.
My face flushes. A threesome? I’m not even sure if I’m going to be able to handle this twosome. Even though Heath is a big enough man that he could possibly be counted as two people. Oh my God. Does this mean his cock is going to be giant, too? Will it fit inside me? Will it hurt? My mind runs off instead of focusing on what’s going on.
Heath doesn’t respond to the valet. He continues walking to the car, opens the door and places me inside. He kisses my lips gently.
“I’ll be right back, and then we’ll head home.” His voice is calm. Too calm. He closes my door and walks over to the valet stand. I’m not sure what is actually said but the valet’s face becomes ashen.
If you blinked, you would have missed it. Well, I guess I did blink because one second he’s talking to the valet and the next the man is on the ground. I have no idea how he got there. Heath is already strolling over to the car and hopping into the driver's seat. I sit there shocked for a second.
“Did you…” I trail off, because I don’t know what he did to the valet, but I know he didsomething.
“Teach him a lesson?” He supplies. “Yes.”
“But--”I trail off again, thinking. “Wouldn't his lesson be mowing my lawn? That’s the more proper punishment, right?”
“OnlyImow your lawn.”
