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The lightness of last night had evaporated. I wasn’t the only one playing the invisible game this morning. Liam had barely spared me a glance since I got to the construction site, flooding my gut with dread and my head with doubt. Was he mad at me for that stupid move?
He had insisted several times that he would not make the same mistake of kissing me again, and I had, without thinking, made him break that promise. I could feel the tension increasing as the meeting progressed, the distance between us growing wider than a damn canyon.
We parted ways with Verten’s associates, agreeing on monthly meetings in case AD won the construction rights before walking back alone in deafening silence towards Liam’s car. Still, not a word about the kiss.
He offered me a ride back to the office, and search as I might, my head was too cluttered with other stuff to find a proper reason to decline. I would have preferred to. My chest was filled with dread as I anxiously waited for him to address the damn elephant, and quite frankly, being in a tight space with Liam again was playing with me more than I’d like to admit.
If his apartment was less of a wealth statement than I was expecting, his car was the complete opposite. A long metal plaque on the side read ‘Mercedes Maybach 6.’ I’d never seen such a beautiful convertible in my life. It was modern yet somehow had a classic vibe, with a strange exuberant purity in its clean lines. A mixture of a Mustang and a Corvette in a deep midnight blue, with a stretched-out hood contrasting with a snow-white interior. Nothing short of extravagantly sensual.
Liam opened the car door for me, my annoyance spilling through the means of a raised eyebrow. “What? I’m a gentleman!” I could read between the lines – ‘never kiss and tell’ – but he was smooth enough to cover his bases with the double meaning.
Anxiety turned into frustration, which led to passive-aggression as we drove without so much as a whispered word between us. My blood was boiling over as my jaw hurt from clenching my teeth the whole damn ride. Finally, the silence was too much to take.
“Could you just say it already?” I blurted, tucking one leg under the other as I turned to confront him.
“Who said I had anything to say?” It was clear Liam was enjoying my agony. I could see it in his annoying grin. At least he wasn’t mad as I had thought.
“You don’t? You seriously want me to believe that? I know for a fact that either a reprimand or embarrassing and snarky comments have been running through your mind the whole morning. I can take it. Shoot.”
“Jamie, I don’t have anything to say. There is only one thing on my mind right now, and even though talking can be involved, it's certainly not mandatory.” His voice had done that thing again when it dropped dangerously low, speaking straight to that part of me that hummed right back in response. I squirmed in my seat, my pussy rubbing into the leather as the small friction brought some instant relief, only increasing the need for more as soon as I stopped. He was messing with me and succeeding.
“Really? And what is that, Mr. Dornier?” Bluff called.
“Lunch.” Liam smiled, another double meaning purposely hiding behind his words. “Will you give me the pleasure of your company?”
I huffed in annoyance again, this time with myself for knowing it was a trap but hoping it wasn’t, nonetheless. “Whatever you say, Boss.”
Liam exhaled a chuckle, his grin spreading all the way to his eyes before he breathed the single worst thing he could say to me, “Good girl.”
I swallowed those words together with the lustful lump in my throat, wishing he was whispering them into my ear.
No, no, no, no, no!
I faced the road again, forcing myself to erase the sound of that from my mind permanently. Liam was a dangerous distraction I couldn’t afford, not to mention he reeked of fuck-boy vibes. He’d do me good, only to do me so so so bad.
Not a freaking chance!
I’d lost track of where we were headed, and soon enough, Liam was pulling up into a private parking lot, darting out of the car, and opening the door for me again. He held out a hand, wrapping it around my fingers as he aided me in stepping out of the Mercedes, and instead of letting go, he placed my hand on his arm, guiding me toward the building.
I was all bubbles and butterflies inside. This felt too good to be true.
We stepped into the restaurant, and I was instantly enchanted by the atmosphere, my annoyance and apprehension completely dissipating at the entrancing sight before me. The lighting was warm and intimate, with golden chandeliers illuminating the space and small, low-hanging lamps providing a romantic and inviting glow in an otherwise dark room. The walls were a deep red, accentuated by the crisp white tablecloths and the plush, velvety chairs. The smell of delicious Italian cuisine wafted through the air, and I was immediately taken aback by how delectable it was.
“It’s one of my favorites,” Liam whispered behind me just as the waitress approached to show us to our table while he guided me with a hand dangerously placed on the small of my back. I couldn’t help the shiver from running down my spine as soon as I felt his warm touch. “I hope you like Italian.” Once more, his lips cooed against my ear, my panties flooding with need. Oh God, how does he do that with just a whisper?
I shook my head, focusing on the surroundings. I could hear the soft sound of opera in the background as we made our way towards the back of the restaurant, secluded, intimate, and private. I couldn’t stop looking around, taking everything in. The attention to detail was impeccable. Every decoration had a purpose, from the intricate detailing on the ceiling to the delicate serving dishes on the table, all of it carefully chosen and combined to provide an unparalleled experience.
Liam pulled out my chair like the real gentlemen he had just stated he was, gracing me with a small smile once I took my seat.
“Liam! I’m delighted to see you here today. We weren’t expecting your visit.” The waitress gushed with an excited smile, her hand intimately resting on Liam’s forearm while she bent down, showing off her cleavage almost enough for me to see through to her belly button.
“Good afternoon, Kayla. Could you bring us the menu, please, and a bottle of Barolo? Leave it to breathe a little while we wait for our order.”
“A Barolo? Of course! A special occasion, I see.” She replied, eyeing me up and down with a badly concealed disgusted expression.
“Something like that. The menus, please? Thank you.” Liam said, dismissing her.
“What’s a Barolo? I’m guessing it’s wine, but what’s so special about it?”
