Page 34 of Vegas Baby

She smiles shyly. “Really.”

“Well, all right then. How does Thursday night work for you?”

Kira’s eyes roam over my face as I wait for her to respond. And the nerves, the tension, the anticipation … it seems silly considering how many times I’ve had my cock buried in this woman. But so much has changed, and somehow this feels like it might be the start of something entirely new.

23

KIRA

I manage to get Michael to agree to mind Nadia Thursday night which shouldn’t call for much more than one or two middle-of-the-night bottle feeds and changes that I might make it home for anyway. Well, depending on how the night goes. I purposely didn’t say that it was a date not because I didn’t want it to be, but mostly because I just want to see how it goes. I already feel like I’m taking advantage of Sebastian again, and guilt is a strong emotion. The feelings I have for him … well, they’re strong too. It’s just a lot, and I find myself more hesitant than I thought I’d be at his invitation.

Either way, it’s almost seven o’clock and Sebastian is supposed to pick me up any minute now. I emerge from the bedroom after putting Nadia to sleep and changing into a strapless, sparkly little black dress and sky-high black satin heeled sandals I borrowed from Coralie.

When I walk into the main area, Michael gets one look at me from where he sits on the couch and his eyes nearly pop out of his head.

“You look … wow, Kira,” he says, rising.

I blush self-consciously. “Thanks.” I thought Michael’s interest in me had passed, but the way he’s looking at me suggests otherwise.

“Is that Coralie’s?” he asks after a moment.

“Yes, how did you know?” I return suspiciously. It’s not exactly something she wears to work.

He smiles mysteriously and settles back onto the couch but is saved from responding by a knock on the door.

I fix him with a look for a moment before sweeping past him to grab my clutch and answer the door, filing away that Michael may have moved on more than I imagined.

When I open the door, it’s to Sebastian looking insanely hot in a black suit and tie with a light grey button-front shirt and black sunglasses that he promptly tilts down so he can exaggeratedly scan me from head to toe.

“Damn, Kira,” he says, cocking an eyebrow and sliding his sunglasses back into place. “You look fantastic.” Blinding rays from the late evening sun escape over his shoulder as he shifts, and I suddenly understand the need for sunglasses.

I shift too so he’s once again blocking the sun. “You look pretty good yourself,” I reply, stepping out and pulling the door closed behind me. “Are you ready to tell me where we’re going yet?”

“Dinner,” he says with a charming smile, offering an arm.

I loop mine through his with a roll of my eyes. “I figured as much. But where?” I ask impatiently.

“You’ll see.”

I stick my tongue out at him defiantly for his non-informative response and he laughs.

“Just trust me, Kira.”

I sigh and lean into him a little, not voicing that I do trust him because that means too much.

He drives us to the Strip, parking at the Bellagio and heading toward …

“Spago?!” I exclaim. “No! You’re seriously taking me to Spago?”

He grins. “I seriously am.”

“That’s too much Sebastian,” I protest.

“It’s really not. Not for you,” he replies with a small smile as he holds the door open for me. “Besides, I saved the sous chef’s life a couple of months back, so he owes me one.” He gives me a wink.

I shake my head and laugh as we head into the restaurant for what will almost certainly be one of the best meals I’ve eaten.

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