Page 33 of Enchanting the CEO

"You look amazing," I said with a growl.

Her eyes widened, and she stopped moving.

I cleared my throat. "I think it’s perfect."

"I don't get many chances to doll myself up, so I thought I'd take this one."

I'd been attracted to her since the first time I saw her, but this was on another level altogether. Suddenly, I wanted to find an excuse to stay home and order in, just so I didn't have to share her with anybody. But clearly she was looking forward to this. And I wanted to give her many, many opportunities to doll herself up if that's what made her happy.

"I ordered an Uber for us."

"How come?"

"If I have a glass of wine or two, I don't like to drive."

She nodded. "Good thinking."

She also had a light jacket on. It seemed almost flimsy, but I could always give her mine if she was cold when we came out of the restaurant.

I took in a deep breath as she stepped off the last stair and stood next to me. She was petite. I wouldn't even need both my arms to lift her up. And she smelled amazing.

"Gabe? Anything wrong?"

Oh, for fuck's sake. I cleared my throat, pulling my thoughts together.

"Let's go," I said.

I offered her an arm, but she must not have seen it because she walked in front of me. The way her hips moved drove me crazy, and I looked away for my own sanity.

The Uber was already waiting in front of the gate when we stepped out. I opened the car door for Diane, and she slipped in. I climbed in on the other side. We were both silent during the ride. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye as she skimmed her hands on her thighs. The impulse to reach out and touch her was overpowering.

We arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes later.

"Wait for me. I'll open your door," I said.

"Oh, thank you. I'm honestly not even used to walking in such long dresses. I don’t want to trip in it.”

An image flashed in my mind—of her dress completely undone, pooled at her feet. I wondered what kind of lingerie she liked to wear.

I shook myself out of it as I opened the door for Diane. She stepped out, one long leg peeking from under the fabric, fueling my thoughts. I offered her my arm again, and this time she took it.

"Small secret: I'm also not used to wearing such high heels."

She fell completely silent as we walked up to the entrance. Two doormen opened the double doors for us, and we went inside, straight to the host.

"Mr. Whitley," he said. Since I was a regular, I didn't even need to introduce myself. "Your table is ready."

He glanced at Diane curiously but had the good sense not to say anything. I usually came here with my brothers or on my own, and I was sure the host noticed.

Diane looked around as we walked to our table, mouth slightly open, eyes wide.

"This place is so elegant," she said once we sat down. "I like that they space everything out to give guests more privacy."

I nodded. "I like that too."

I hated restaurants that were so crowded, you could hear every conversation around you. This felt intimate.

"And they obviously knew who you were," she said. "I can't believe you have your own table here."

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