Page 75 of Twisted Empire

Before he could chase me and spank me for saying such a thing, I darted down the hall to our bathroom.

When I was dressed and ready (and still not wearing any panties beneath my new dress) I met Elias by the front door. He grinned as I approached. “That dress...” he said slowly, admiring the way the tight fabric clung to my ass along with the low dip at the front which displayed a perfect amount of cleavage. “How am I supposed to concentrate on dinner when that’s in my face? I want to fucking eat you instead.”

I smiled playfully. “You could always get down on your knees and crawl under the table at the restaurant.”

“I might just have to.” He winked and opened the door. “Let’s go.”

When we were in the car, he turned to me. “Mind if we make a quick stop at Roden? Willa has some files she wants to give me, and it’s on our way so she asked me to meet her there and get them.”

“Sure.”

We arrived at the campus fifteen minutes later. I trailed my hand along a neatly-trimmed hedge as Elias led me past the Law Library. “Can you believe I’ll be graduating in just over a year?” I said.

Elias turned his head and grinned. “Yeah, I can. You’ve done classes in every study trimester since you went back. I’m surprised they haven’t thrown your degree at you and kicked you out already.”

I laughed. A few minutes later, we arrived at a large gray medieval-inspired building. Bamford, my old residential college.

“Why are we here?” I asked, brows knitted.

“This is where Willa asked me to meet her.”

We headed inside. Willa was sitting on a wooden bench in the foyer. Her eyes lit up when she saw us. “Tatum, you look amazing!” she said. “You have to tell me where you got that dress.”

“Thanks!” I replied, giving her a hug. “I got it online. I’ll send you the link later.”

“Cool.” She turned to Elias. “I left the box of files in the Buttery. Could you go and get it yourself? I really need to run. I have to get this paper to my professor before the deadline, which is in…” She glanced at her rose gold watch. “Fifteen minutes.”

“Sure.”

Willa grinned and dashed off. I followed Elias down the hall and down a short flight of stairs which led into my old favorite haunt, the Bamford Buttery. Now that I wasn’t living on campus, I didn’t come here as often, which was a shame because my favorite food in the world could be found right here.

I stopped short when Elias flung the door open. The room was devoid of other people and filled with flowers and candles. The wooden bench seats and tables had been taken out, and all that remained was a small square table in the center with two chairs on either side of it. Two champagne glasses sat upon the white tablecloth, along with another candle and a small vase of pink carnations.

“What’s going on?” I asked, turning my curious gaze to Elias.

“I know how much you love the hot buttered lobster rolls from here, and I wanted a quiet night for us. Usually when we go out, we get recognized. Won’t happen if we have this whole place to ourselves.”

“I see.” I tilted my head to the side, a slow smile spreading across my face. “There is no file, is there? Willa helped you set this up so you could get me in here without suspecting the surprise.”

Elias held up his hands. “You got me. No file. Tonight’s all about you, baby girl."

I reached up to give him a hug, sighing happily as I breathed in the woody scent of his cologne. “Thank you. This is amazing.”

He led me to my seat, and a chef appeared from a doorway a moment later. The delicious scent of butter and lobster filled my nostrils as he set two plates down before us and quietly departed. I groaned with pleasure as I took a bite of my roll. “This is literally the perfect date,” I said after I’d swallowed my mouthful. “I’ve been craving one of these for weeks now. So badly.”

“I know.” Elias smiled at me from across the table. He was as handsome as ever with his mesmerizing blue eyes, chiseled features and a hint of dark stubble on his jaw. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“Well, you succeeded,” I declared. “The food alone makes it better than any five star restaurant in this city.”

“Glad to hear it. By the way, what were you saying earlier?” he asked. “Back at the house.”

I frowned, confused by the sudden change of subject. “I’m not sure. When?”

“When I was talking about how delectable you look in that dress.” He arched an eyebrow.

I smiled, my cheeks warming. “Oh. I said you might have to get down on your knees and crawl under the table.”

“And what did I say in response to that?”

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