Page 82 of Taming the CEO

"You see, that's my problem. I can't just have a bite. If something's delicious, I'll lick the plate clean."

“Then have at it.”

I drank the rest of my cocktail too quickly, but with so much food, it wasn't going to my head.

I bit the inside of my cheek. "Driving is going to be tricky."

"About that," Maddox said, and his voice changed slightly. "You're not driving back tonight."

"Huh?" I asked, looking up at him. "What do you mean? I came with my car."

"I know. I have a proposition for you."

I narrowed my eyes. "Right, so I am knocking your boxers off," I muttered.

"What?"

I gasped, putting a hand on my mouth, realizing I'd said that out loud.

"Never mind."

He looked on the verge of laughter. Taking a deep breath, he schooled his features. "Spend the night in Boston."

"With you?" I teased.

His eyes flashed. "Of course."

"This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" I asked.

He shifted in his chair, and his ankles touched mine. A current of heat spread up my body from the connection. I stilled myself so I wouldn't shimmy in my seat when the bolt of heat reached between my thighs.

"Yes."

"You were awfully confident that this date would go well, weren’t you?"

His eyes flashed again. "Hell yes."

Our last main course arrived: vegetable stir-fry with peanut sauce.

"Oh, this is truly amazing," I said.

I only took two forkfuls, I was so full. Then I frowned at my plate. No, I was determined to eat more of it. I couldn't possibly leave all this peanut butter goodness on the plate.

"Fuck, you're so damn adorable," Maddox said, and I realized he'd been watching me intently.

"I'm just, you know, between a rock and a hard place. I'm super full, but I don't want to miss out on even a mouthful of this."

"I can make you a digestive cocktail afterward," he said.

“At your place?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

Chapter Nineteen

Maddox

"Cami," I said, laying a hand on the table. She put hers in mine. "If you’re uncomfortable in any way with my proposition, I can have a car drive you home and then bring yours tomorrow. I’d drive you myself, but I don’t like getting behind the wheel after drinking scotch."

Her jaw dropped open. "A car?”

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