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“Damn, I was hoping I’d have more time to dig around in your laundry.”
“You better not have stolen a pair of my panties, pervert!”
“Of course not. I’m a gentleman. I’ll save my panty stealing for when I rip them off of your body.” Her little gasp and the flare of excitement surging from her tempts me, and I don’t know how I’m going to make it through dinner when I’m starving for her.
19
As soon as I whisper goodbye to Nugget and leave my apartment, a torrent of emotions crash down on me again. Shock. Disbelief. Overwhelming love.
Max offers to turn the car around three times, but I need to do this. I can’t sit in my apartment and cry all night. I mean, Ican. But after seeing Max in his mouth-watering tailored jacket and pants, and after he comforted me with such gentle compassion, I didn’t want to lose the chance to get to know him better. He’s so much more than I ever would’ve imagined. I’m trying not to let feelings develop for the man I want to act out all my wild sex fantasies with, but he’s not making it easy.
I fix my mascara one last time in the small sun visor mirror as we pull up to the valet parking stand outside of Clara’s—Moonvale’s fanciest (and priciest) restaurant. I’ve driven by here a few times, catching sight of the well-dressed couples entering the elegant building with a pang of envy. At no point did I imagine eating here. The fact that I’m here with the hottest guy I’ve ever met who keeps looking at me like he wants to peel my dress off with his teeth makes the experience almost as surreal as finding out my dog’s spirit still lives with me.
It’s difficult not to feel like an imposter as the valet opens my door and offers me a hand. I wobble on my heels, smoothing my dress down as I stand and wait for Max to join me. His hand lands on the small of my back, steadying me as we walk inside. I can feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of my dress, sending tingles up my spine. Distracted by his touch, I barely notice when the host greets us and Max gives his name for the reservation. Slight pressure on my back pulls my focus back to my surroundings and I flush when I see the host giving me a quizzical look, waiting for me to follow them into the dining room.
We’re seated at an intimate, candlelit table in one of the back corners of the restaurant. Despite my fears while getting dressed, no one glares at me in my thrifted dress as we make our way through the restaurant, so I relax a bit as we sit.
After the waiter takes our drink order, Max turns his smile on me. There’s a subtle shift in how he looks at me compared to when he’s interacting with others. Like he’s letting more of himself through the polished charm he uses with other people. “I’m glad this place isn’t too pretentious. I was sweating a bit when we pulled up. It felt so weird to have someone park my crappy sedan for me.”
“You don’t make a habit of taking dates to fancy restaurants?”
“No, not at all. But you’re an exception to all of my normal habits.”
“Ah, so I’m not your normal type? Let me guess, you’re usually more into leggy blondes with flat stomachs and perky tits?” I kick myself as soon as the words escape my lips, especially as the smile falls from his face and his eyes darken.
Max leans forward and lowers his voice. “I wouldn’t be here with you if you weren’t exactly what I want, Mona. So stop questioning my impeccable taste or I’ll have to bend you over this table and show you exactly how attractive I find you. Show everyone in here how good you look, taking my cock. Make them jealous of me being the one that gets to fuck your perfect cunt.”
My whole body feels like he just set it ablaze, and I take a hasty sip of my water as he continues to consume me with his gaze. He chuckles and leans back, voice returning to normal. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“No!” I shake my head vehemently and he laughs harder, his foot sliding under the table to rub against my leg.
“You’re not a very convincing liar.”
The waiter saves me from needing to come up with a reply, bringing with them the champagne that Max insisted we get after I mentioned liking it on special occasions. By the time they’re done taking our order, I’ve cooled off enough to look at Max without feeling like I’m going to combust.
“So, how did you end up in Moonvale?” I ask before he can make me blush again.
His smile flickers. “Work, mostly. There’s a growing paranormal community in Moonvale and my family’s business wanted to expand into the new market.”
“Oh wow, you work with your family? That’s so cool! I bet you all are really close.”
“Hah, you could say that. So close it was getting a little stifling. Not that I don’t love them. But I’m the youngest of four kids and everyone still sees me as the baby even though I’m 32.”
“Aww, you’re the baby too? My mom and brother are the same way with me. They love to pretend I’m not mature enough to understand their adult struggles, which is absurd considering Omar still lived with mom until a few years ago.”
Max’s eyes narrow. “Wait, how much of a babyareyou? Because I’d rather not be the creepy older man perving on a hot young woman. I mean, it won’t stop me from continuing to do it, but still.”
“You mean you don’t want me to call you daddy?”
His pale cheeks redden in reaction to my words. “I didn’t say that,” he says, the rasp in his tone going right to my core.
“Noted. I’m 29, so you can relax. No big age gap, daddy.” Max chokes on his champagne and a peal of laughter escapes my lips. I feel giddy and intoxicated around him, even though I’ve hardly touched my glass.
“Your family, are they all…like you?” I’m not sure how much we’re allowed to say in a public setting, even though he mentioned the paranormal stuff.
He hesitates, taking another sip from his glass before replying. “Yes, they’re all paranormal. We each have our own talents, but mine are the most similar to my dad’s—mostly spells that help me perceive things, hide, and be stealthy. Most of my innate magic—spells I don’t need to actively cast or study—involves manipulating shadows and darkness.”
I don’t press him since he seems uncomfortable saying more in this setting, but make a mental note to ask about it later. He’s from a family of freaking witches, after all. What kind of other magic are they capable of?
