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“You made a reservation.”
I wink at her. “There has to be a first time for everything.”
She giggles, flipping open her menu.
Ani is in raptures over the meal, like she is over most places I take her to eat at. It’s one of the reasons that I have yet to take her to the same place twice. I can tell that her enthusiasm isn’t faked, which just makes it even more adorable. The chef comes out to chat with her, bowing to her and thanking her for herpraise. I think Ani may have met more chefs than almost anyone else in New York City at this point.
As I guide her out of the restaurant, Ani beams up at me. “Thank you. That was lovely, David.”
I grin at her as we slide into the car.
“Not home?” Her eyes widen as we head further away from Central Park. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop my smug smile. She calls my place home. I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.
“Max is blowing up my phone. Friday night drinks. We’re meeting him at the bar.”
Ani bounces a little in her seat.
“I get to go to an actual New York City bar?” she squeaks excitedly. I blink at her. Fuck. I should have taken her out for drinks ages ago.
“Like inSex and the City?”
“Just like inSex and the City.”
She squirms excitedly in her seat, and I surreptitiously pull up Google on my phone, looking up what bars inSex and the Citylook like. I’ve never seen that show.
Where we end up is a little more upmarket than the bars that showed up in my Google Images search, but Ani seems super excited, so I count it as a win. Max is at the bar when we enter, chatting with two supermodels. Ani tenses as we make our way over and Max spots us, raising a hand in greeting. I drop myhand from Ani’s back and tangle our fingers together as I lead her over.
“This is Laura Jean and Marissa,” Max calls over the throbbing music. The supermodels both turn to me, their eyes roaming over my body, dropping to take in Ani and my clasped hands. When their eyes flicker over Ani, dismissing her almost instantly, my eyes narrow in annoyance.
Leading Ani to the empty barstool beside Max, away from the two supermodels, I help her get situated and crowd her space as I signal to the bartender. He furnishes Ani with a glass of pinot noir and me with a Scotch. Max leans back on his stool, around Ani to chat with me. It’s loud, but not loud enough that he has to yell. Ani is tapping her fingers on the bar in time with the beat of the music, sipping her wine while Max bitches about some asshole that he had to fire today.
“Why’d you have to fire him?” Ani asks, tipping her head back and Max screws up his nose, looking disgusted.
“He called my assistant an unmentionable slur,” Max replies tightly. “No-one talks to my employees like that. He’s lucky all I did was fire him after he blew up at Jake like that.”
Ani nods, taking another sip of her wine as the supermodels move off their barstools, crowding us and rubbing up against Max and myself. It’s what Max needs. He’s clearly rattled about what this employee said. I can’t even imagine.
I don’t need to be rubbed against by supermodels. Twisting away from the blonde one who is trying to grope my ass, I pick up my Scotch with one hand, while I tangle Ani and my fingers together on the top of the bar with my other. Leaning down, I speak directly in her ear, asking her about her day. Shechats about working on her designs and the blonde supermodel finally clues in and leaves. Thank fuck. Her roaming hands were fucking annoying.
Max finally picks one supermodel, waving to us as he leads her out, his arm slung around her neck. Dropping onto the barstool that he vacated, I smirk at Ani.
“Is this likeSex and the City?”
She glances around, pursing her lips. “Well, I think that Max has the sex part down pat.”
Speaking of sex, I grin, standing and tugging Ani off her stool and up against me.
“We could have the sex part down pat if we got out of here,” I murmur into her ear. Ani smirks up at me, winking and turning, heading for the exit. I can’t believe that she winked at me. I hurry after her, snatching at her hand as I hustle her out of the bar and into the waiting car. Fuck, I can’t wait to get her home.
Out of respect for Antonio – I don’t want to lose him as an employee when I only just hired him – I don’t maul Ani in the back of the car. I manage to wait until we’re alone in the elevator up to my penthouse.
I cup Ani’s jaw, kissing her deeply. We only spring apart when the elevator dings, announcing our floor. Dragging her out of the elevator car, I have us inside the penthouse in no time at all. Ani giggles as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and stride toward my bedroom, my lips finding hers.
Ani slides down my body when we reach the bed as I keep kissing her, shedding my clothes as I do so. Ani giggles, steppingaway from me. She’s only wearing her panties. Shit, she must have stripped while I was distracted kissing her.
“Fuck sweetheart,” my breath hisses out between my teeth. Ani grins, turning and crawling onto the bed. She makes to lie down on her back, but I have a better idea. Especially when I’ve been taunted with that incredible ass. Kneeling on the bed, I reach out and grip her hips, keeping her on her hands and knees in front of me.
“What are you doing?” Ani giggles, but her words cut off into a deep moan as I enter her from behind. Shit. She feels as good as she always does. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling with Ani.
