Page 19 of Sebastian's Secret

“So, what do you do then?” she probed, wanting to know more about the man she’d found at Club Indigo. “If your brother handles the business.”

“I love art.” His smile grew as he considered his passion.

“You’re a painter?”

“I dabble,” he replied modestly. “But I’m more interested in collecting other peoples.”

“Wow.” Fingering her glass, she met his seductive eyes. “What kind of art do you like?”

“It varies,” he responded. “But I adore the way the right piece can really finish a room. It can create an ambience and set the tone for the place. Do you like art, Rebecca?”

“I don’t really know much about it.” Heat bloomed on her cheeks at the admission. She sounded so uncultured.

“I can teach you more.” His blue eyes widened. “If you’d like?”

She didn’t know if she’d care much for the art he liked, but she certainly longed to know more about Sebastian. He was even more enigmatic than the man who she remembered from the Ritz-Carlton.

“Maybe I would like.” Her heart rate accelerated as his lingering gaze fell over her. “There seems to be a lot of things about you that I like, Sebastian.”

“I was just thinking the same.” Grinning, his fingers stretched across the table and grazed her knuckles.

Time protracted as they sat in lustful silence, Rebecca’s mind full of the wonderful debauchery they’d relished at the hotel.

“All finished with your pasta?” The waiter splintered the peace, glancing left and right for their approval.

“Yes, thank you.” Sebastian answered.

“And how were your meals?”

“Lovely.” Sebastian pushed his empty dish toward him. “Thank you.”

“Perfect.” Beaming with pride, the waiter collected their plates. “Can I interest you in dessert?”

Funny, that was just what Rebecca had been thinking, except her version played out in private far away from the Italian restaurant.

No, she chided herself mentally. Not every encounter must conclude with sex. It’s okay to play it cool for once, to make him work for it. But the problem was, she didn’t want to. Rebecca was a highly sexual woman, and she’d already tasted what Sebastian had to offer.

“Shall we?” Sebastian winked as he threw the query her way.

“Why not?”

The last thing she wanted was more food, but the opportunity to spend more time with Sebastian was alluring. They appeared to have more in common than she’d realized and unlike the other men in her life, Sebastian made her feel safe and respected.

“I shall bring you both a menu.” Smiling, the waiter trotted away.

“Do you really want more?” Sebastian’s eyebrow twitched, tantalizing her with the sexy gesture.

“Not food,” she confessed. “But I’ll happily watch you eat.”

The idea sounded blissfully illicit and as she spoke it aloud, her gaze landed on his lips. If she couldn’t have those lips on her skin tonight, then she’d take the intoxicating foreplay of watching him devour something sweet between them.

“You are naughty.” Chuckling, he covered her hand with his palm. “I love that about you.”

He didn’t know the half of it.

“If you think that’s wayward then you’re in for a wild ride.”

Her focus flitted to his hand and the incredible warmth it offered. She pondered what it would be like to have the full brunt of its power upon her upturned backside. Sublime, no doubt, but as confident as she was, she could never bring herself to ask for a spanking. Somehow, she expected her partner to be able to read her mind. That was probably part of the reason why she never stayed with anyone for long enough to test the theory. Better to revel in what they had to offer, rather than dwell on what they couldn’t.

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