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CHAPTER TWO
Ishouldn’t be thishard.Blake let out a groan as he tugged his Tom Ford coat around him.
Bella was a mousy little thing. He’d wanted to pluck her black shiny hair out of her hair clip and add some sex appeal to the school uniform style outfit she’d worn, but she was already furious with him for breaking her glasses.
And hey, if she was into a little cosplay, he’d happily play the schoolmaster if that’s what turned her on.
That was half the fun, discovering what a woman needed to enjoy true pleasure. Most didn’t know themselves. He was sure Bella didn’t, but the spark of desire and shock of pink on her cheeks when he’d praised her had his cock hardening in his pants, and now the goddamn thing wouldn’t go down.
He'd had visions of her on her knees, her pink lips around his shaft, and now wished he’d stroked one off before leaving his condo.
Too late now.
Blake walked into The Red Door, one of the hottest restaurants in Philadelphia, and let his mind drift to his profit-and-loss spreadsheets to cool his jets so he could remove his coat.
Tented pants weren’t exactly appropriate on a first date.
A fake date.
Bella thought it was real.
He was doing this so his best friend, Taylor, could breach the friend barrier with a girl he worked with on Wall Street. Rhonda.
So, being the good guy he was, Blake had agreed to go along and pretend to be interested in her friend Bella. Now he was wondering if he would end the night with a blow job if he didn’t scare the sexy, dark-haired mouse away.
If that little spark he’d seen was not a coincidence and Bella was open to more, Blake would make sure she got all the pleasure she could take.
That was his thing, after all.
He loved women with a kink praise, and the quiver on her lips as he’dgood girl’dher told him a lot more about her than a night of chitchat over a rib eye would.
But he could be wrong.
As a dominant lover, it was important to get these things right, so he would feel her out before he made any decisions.
If his instincts were right, his little museum girl would go home tonight with a smile on her face and aching thighs.
