Page 74 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Your car. I want it for an entire week.”

“Hmm.”

I acted like it was a big decision for me. Yes, I was attached to my Moonlight Blue custom Porsche Cayenne GT, but the car was GPS enabled. I could let her win and find out where she lived, or I could make her lose and take her on a date.

Either way, I came out the winner. And since she had just divulged she loved my car, I was going to order a second one tomorrow morning, so she could have it if she wanted.

“Fine, you get the car for a week.”

“What about you? What do you want?”

“A date. Our first official one. Tomorrow.”

She must have been so sure and confident in her trivia-winning abilities because she hung up the sponge and put out her free hand.

“You have a deal.”

There, naked in the shower, we shook on our bet like the most stoic businesspeople.

Once we got dressed in pajamas, we set the table with snacks, a notebook, and a pen to write down the scores, and then established the rules of the game. We had to pick one category to quiz the other person about. Naturally, Tristen picked business markets because she thought I was a poster boy CEO, and the role was given to me because my father allowed it. What she would soon find out is that nepotism made it easier for me, but I fucking earned the title. I studied the markets every morning while working out.

Following Dom’s advice, I selected entertainment, claiming it was close to home and I knew more about it. This was true, and she didn’t doubt my intentions until she was the first to lose three questions, automatically making me the winner.

“This game is rigged! No, no, I do not accept the results!” Tristen was jumping all over the couches, screaming, picking up the question sheet, and rechecking the answers she gave versus the ones I gave.

“Baby, don’t be a sore loser. Plus, look at it this way, you are getting an amazing dinner as a consolation for losing. It’s a win-win for you.”

“Argh,” she huffed in frustration and stormed into the bedroom.

I stayed behind to plan the most epic first date. Using the Black Card concierge services, I was able to reserve an entire restaurant for the next day. I kept the details a secret and only told Tristen the dress code was formal.

The next evening, I was dapper in a black tux, white dress shirt with silver cufflinks, and black Oxford shoes. My hair was gelled back so the stubborn strands wouldn’t keep falling on my forehead.

I poured a serving of fine scotch and chugged it while Tristen was getting ready. My nerves were at an all-time high, and tonight had to be perfect. I hoped it would bring us even closer.

Both our jaws hung loose when Tristen walked into the lounge area. Fuck. She was head-to-toe stunning in a one-shoulder, jade-green, floor-length gown. Her gorgeous tri-colored brown hair was snatched in a high pony, showcasing her slender neck.

“You look breathtaking, baby.” I snug an arm around her waist, pulling her flush to me and pressing a light kiss on her lips.

“And you look insanely hot in a tux,” she said, her eyes roving over me. “I can’t wait to take it off you later.”

“And I can't wait to rip that gown off you,” I replied, linking our fingertips together and walking to the door.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the French restaurant. My hand was on the small of her back as we walked the steps to the double glass door entrance. Tristen froze, and her hand flew to her mouth when we walked inside. She turned around, facing me with rounded eyes.

“Lorcan! We are not ready for an engagement!”

A happy-as-fuck smile pulled at my lips. As far as I was concerned, her mentioning we and engagement in the same sentence meant the effect I wanted for her tonight had been delivered; I was pursuing her for the long term.

I palmed her rosy cheeks. “Relax, baby. It’s just dinner.”

“B-but the tables are full of red roses and candles…and it’s just us.”

“Yes, just us. I wanted us to have an evening where we can eat whatever we want, talk about whatever we want, and if you want to dance in the middle of the room with no music, we can do that too.”

“Oh my god, Lorcan. You sure know how to spoil a girl.” Her skin was flush like a ripe plum.

“Just this girl,” I said, lowering my lips to meet with hers. “Just you, Tristen, because I like you a whole lot.”

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