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I did visit with them less tonight, excited to see him again, but scowl.
“And just how do you know how much time I normally spend with them, mister stalker?” I say.
Jay smirks, and he leans into the door, handing the driver a wad of bills. “For your trouble,” he tells the man, spinning me around as the taxi navigates back into the crowded streets in search of another fare.
His eyebrows lift, and his lips shift. “Angel, I already intend to light your ass on fire for running away from me and making me worry, let’s not add to your punishment,” Jay says, and my entire sex clenches with desire, but as much as being bent over Jay’s lap with no panties turns me on, I will not settle for another one-night stand. His rejection of what I have saved for someone special is still too fresh.
He pulls me close as if sensing my internal struggle.
“Angel, I’d like to take you on a date, but I won’t be fucking or spanking you tonight, so if that’s all you’re looking for, you’ll be disappointed,” Jay says, affixing me with those deep hazel eyes.
He wants to take me on a date with no sex. I am wrapping my head around this, and his eyebrows raise, expecting an answer. I nod, not really sure what I’ve just agreed to as he places his hand on the small of my back. “Let’s go. The car’s waiting,” Jay says, walking me toward the most impressive sports car I’ve ever seen, taking the enormous bouquet from my arms, opening the back door, and placing it gently on the back seat.
He then opens the passenger door to the dark blue Aston Martin, allowing me to get settled in before securing my buckle.
“I do know how to strap myself into these sports cars,” I say.
“I’m sure you do, Angel, but tonight, I’m in charge. I strap you into everything I want you secured in,” Jay says, and everything south clenches, moistening at the thought of being restrained by him.
He walks around the back and slides into the driver’s seat and looks at me with those deep penetrating eyes. “Ready?”
I have no idea what his plans are, but I do know that I am unable to deny myself. I am proud of myself because I didn’t chase him. He pursued me, and my mind is still swirling around that, trying to understand what it is that he wants from me, if not sex.
Jay pulls into the street and accelerates. “This car is amazing,” I say, hoping a little conversation will minimize my nerves.
“It is. The Vanquish Volante is my favorite of all the Aston Martins,” Jay says, shifting and accelerating so quickly that the speed sucks me back into the soft leather seat as we barrel down the road and onto the lit-up ramp of the highway.
“Where are we going?” I say.
“On a date,” Jay says, turning briefly to show me his broad smile.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I say, crossing my legs in front of me. We do have magnetic chemistry, and Jay’s eyes track my movement for a second before turning his attention back to the road.
“Tonight is going to be very challenging for you, Angel. Every time you try topping from the bottom will result in another five swats to your bare ass. I’ll let you do the math for tonight and would suggest you just enjoy the evening that I have planned for you,” Jay says.
I try to formulate a rebuttal, but he sees too much. I was trying to draw his attention to my legs, crossing one over the other with the high heels of the Jimmy Choos he selected. I tug at the short length of my dress and resign myself to watch the lights of the city buildings and cars as we cruise down the highway. He takes an off-ramp, winds around a few city blocks, and pulls up to one of the most prestigious Italian bistros in the city of Chicago. One does not get reservations without a full bank account or a personal request from one of its regular patrons.
“Jay, I’ve always wanted to come here. I’ve heard the food is amazing, but literally takes, what do you say in America, an act of god to get a reservation,” I say.
He glances at me briefly and smiles widely. “It just so happens that I love this place. I come here often and was hoping one day to bring someone special with me,” Jay says before getting out of the car as the valet opens my door. Jay takes my hand to assist me out of the vehicle, guides me into the skyrise, and presses the penthouse floor in the elevator to the restaurant.
I’m still processing what he just told me as we enter and the hostess takes his name, immediately signaling someone to escort us to the back of the restaurant, into a private room overlooking the vastness of the Lake Michigan area skyline. My chair is held for me while I settle in, and a bottle of wine is brought to the candlelit table a few moments later. The server pours a small amount into Jay’s glass. He lifts it, swirling and inhaling before tasting it. “Very nice. I’m sure it will be a perfect complement to the meal,” Jay says as the man fills our glasses and a waitress arrives with bread, dipping oil, and an exquisite glass filled with tiger prawn shrimp, lemon wedges on lettuce leaves, and parsley.
“You remembered limited carbs,” I say, smiling up at him.
“I remember everything about you and what you like, Angel.
I usually barely indulge but take a sip of my wine, letting it settle on my tongue before swallowing. “It is absolutely delicious,” I say.
“I’m glad it meets with your approval. Let’s hope the rest of the night goes as well,” Jay says, as he lifts his glass in a toast with me. “I think we should get to know each other a little bit better over our drink. Wanna play, Angel? Remember the rules?” Jay asks, his eyes leveling me with their intensity.
My thighs come together, squeezing. “Yes.”
“Okay, then we’ll start with you but if you lie, you go across my knee, and it won’t be for fun,” Jay says, and my sex clenches.
I nod. “Ask me,” I say.
“Is having me feed you still the most erotic thing you’ve ever done?” Jay asks.
