Chapter 26
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And he’d gone all out.
I couldn’t explain my reaction when I stepped out of the house and saw a limousine waiting for us. First thing I did was was give Alex a long look. I mean, there was no mistaking it—the limo was there for us. The driver had tipped his hat in a salute when we came out, a smile on his face and, hell, who else would have a limo waiting outside for them other than this magnificent man who apparently went all out when he took his women out?
A frown settled on my face at that.
His women.
I didn’t like the sound of it.
Saying that the little clench my heart gave at the image that accompanied those words was uncalled for and so bloody stupid, would be a huge fucking understatement. I’d literally told him that there could be nothing between us, in other words, telling him that it was okay for him to do whatever he wanted with other women, and it was a given that he would take me up on that offer. He was a man.
A gorgeous, out-of-this-world, hot-as-hell man. Hell, he wouldn’t even have to go out looking for women. They flocked around him readily.
My frown deepened as I stared at the limo, lost in thought. I could not get him out of my head. Actually, I wanted him in me. Did that mean I was one of those women?
Was I?
Was I not?
Fuck this fucking shit—
“Please tell me the limo isn’t why you’re frowning.” I turned to Alex—I’d forgotten that he was right beside me for a second there—and saw him sweeping his eyes over me. There was heat in his gaze, but there was also wariness. I could only chalk the latter up to the fact that he was nervous about the date and why would he be?
He’d done this before, hadn’t he? Countless times, I was sure.
Giving him a shark-like smile, I said, “Nope.” Okay, maybe I should not have said that so quickly. And maybe I should not have put so much emphasis on the’p’. ”Are we getting in or what?” Also, what the hell was that question?
Jesus.
Fuck my life.
He gave me a funny look, probably wondering if a screw had gone loose in my head and trying to decide if it was too late to cancel on the date and run for the hills while he still could, but being the Mr Nice Guy that he was, he believed had no choice but to suck it up and see the date through. At least that was the only reason I could come up with as to why we were walking towards the car and not away from it.
The ride to our destination was short but made longer because of the tension that filled the car. I kept my eyes firmly on the window and he…well, I felt his eyes on me.
On the bare skin of my thighs where my gown had ridden up—it was a short dress so you can imagine just how much of my thighs were exposed—my breasts, my face, and even my hair. It was almost like he couldn’t not look at me. Like he couldn’t look away from me even if he tried, and it filled me with an intoxicating feeling—and also made me horny as hell.
Subtly as I could, I pressed my legs together. He might have seen, but I didn’t look at him to confirm.
What was that saying? What you don’t know doesn’t kill you?
Yes. Exactly. Not looking at him was better than doing it and facing the shame. My emotions were already very volatile as they were. Adding shame to the mix would be disastrous.
Why were my feelings volatile, you might wonder.
Well, for one, I was going out on a date. What the actual fuck was I doing? Did people still do that? Go on dates?
Okay, fine. Maybe they did. But I didn’t. And the fact that I was willingly going on one right now was freaking me the hell out. It would have been a different thing if he’d bound my arms and my legs and flung me into the car, but no, I was going willingly.
Again, what the fuck was that?
Second reason my thoughts were in a jumble, was the fact that I was not just going on a date with any man, but one who knew my body better than anyone else—maybe even me included because do you know what this man does to my body?—and one I’d lived with in the same house for the past month. A man so dangerous to my health that he made me feel things I’d never felt before.
For the third time, what the actual fuck was that?
My raging thoughts screeched to a halt when the car stopped moving. Alex must have told the man to stay put because he got out of the car, hurried around to my side, and pulled the door open for me. I was positive my heart gave a little flip at that.
With his big, warm hand on the exposed skin of my back, we walked into the glitzy, fancy-as-hell restaurant. His fingers flexed on my back, restless and seeking, brushing against the skin that was now beginning to grow hot even in the chill evening air, and withdrawing from it the next second.
I knew what was happening. He wasn’t sure whether he could touch me or not.
Touch me, I wanted to yell at him but before I knew it, we were sitting and a waiter was coming over. I almost screamed with frustration because now I was a horny mess shifting on my seat and he was on the other side of the table, those hot green eyes alternating between the menu and my face.
Would it be terribly razz of me if I pulled him into the restroom and asked him to bring me off?
I looked around at the few other couples, speaking quietly as they ate.
Yeah, probably.
Dropping my eyes back to the menu, I focused on placing my order.
