Page 99 of That First Flight

He hits me that irresistible smile that I don’t think a soul could say no to. “It’s a Saturday night in a city that never sleeps.”

“Touché.”

Oliver laughs before nodding his head towards my room. “Run and get changed. You don’t have to get dressed up if you don’t want to. But I want to take you out.”

My lips part. “You… want to take me out?”

“I do.”

“But why?”

He rolls his eyes. “I won’t repeat myself, Macey Evans.”

I don’t do anything I don’t want to do,replays in my head. Clearly I’m having trouble grasping that concept. But I can’t help it, he’s mesmerizing. He makes me forget simple things when he’s around.

“Right.” I hop off the counter. “Got it.”

He smirks. “Good girl.”

Fuck. My thighs clench together. I never knew I would be such a praise kind of girl. Maybe it’s the books I’ve been reading or because he’s the one saying it. Reading the words in a book leaves me all hot and bothered, and now hearing it from those lips… oof.

“On a serious note,” Oliver continues. “I really do want to take you out. I just want you to enjoy a little break from work and mom life, and have some fun.”

Mackenzie decided to have a sleepover at Emiline’s apartment. I’ve never been away from her overnight before so it’s a new feeling for me. My plan was to stay awake, staring at my phone, waiting for her to beg to come home to me.

However, I don’t see that happening with how happy she is with all these new people loving on her.

“So, what should I wear?”

“Nothing works for me,” Oliver proposes with a wink. “But I don’t want to share your body with anyone. So, casual? Jeans work fine.”

He’s really not helping the throbbing feeling building up between my legs that I’ve been feeling since he walked in here. Part of me wants to stay here and let him devour me and give me another orgasm to relieve some of this tension built up inside of me, but another part of me really wants to get out and do something fun.

“Well then… let me go get dressed, sir.”

He growls. “On second thought, maybe we should stay home.”

“Too late. I’m going to get dressed.”

I leave Oliver with the same wink he just shot me.

Tonight should be interesting.

Oliver brought me to his favorite restaurant for dinner. It’s a small place, but the atmosphere is perfect for a late night dining experience. He secured a spot on the rooftop terrace that has space heaters strategically placed everywhere. It doesn’t feel one bit like you’re sitting outside in the cool February air.

“This place is beautiful,” I say to him as I stare up at the night sky. Stars twinkle in the distance now that the rain has completely cleared out. The dim lighting allows us to get the best view from here. Leaving us with the fresh scent of rain after it’s fallen—my favorite smell.

“It’s cozy, right?”

I wouldn’t mind being cozied up next to him, if I’m being honest.

The thought reminds me to send a text to the girls later about how I need to lay off the books for a bit because who am I tonight? Why can’t I stop thinking like this?

The server comes over and introduces herself before I can give it more thought.

Oliver orders an orange soda and I laugh the same way I did on that first flight where I learned he loves it more than any other soda.

After I order a water, she leaves us to look over the menus.

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