Page 33 of Lethal Infatuation

She turned her head sideways, enough for our eyes to meet. "That doesn't mean I can't handle you."

I caressed her skin and watched her intently. "I'm sure dinner isn't the appropriate place to discuss the amount of times youtappedout while I fucked you, right?"

Her lips parted and she swallowed, my eyes immediately zeroing in on her throat. "I suppose not." Despite her composure, I could hear the subtle crack in her voice.

"That's what I thought." I placed a soft kiss on her cheek and then walked over to my seat. Gabriella gazed at me with those captivating eyes. "Speechless?"

"No," she fired back almost instantly, making me laugh. "I just don't feel like indulging in an explicit conversation."

"Yeah?" I asked sarcastically, placing my elbows on the table and interlocking my fingers. I leaned forward, wanting to get closer to her. "I'd love to hear you discussing explicit topics. It brings me immense joy to see how you handle yourself under pressure."

"Seems like you're underestimating me."

"I'd never do such a vile thing." We stared at each other intensely, but unfortunately, the moment was cut short when the waiter approached us and took our order.

I watched the exchange. Gabriella swung her long hair over her shoulder, pointing at something on the menu while the waiter paid close attention to her. I glanced up at him, noticing the look on his face.

The last thing I wanted right now was to display my jealous tendencies, but the way this fucking waiter was looking at Gabriella made my blood boil. The possessiveness and jealousy clawed at me, but I quickly placed both hands on either side of me and clenched my hands into fists.

She smiled brightly, displaying those dimples. "And for you, sir?" The question snapped me out of my daze and I looked at the man with a stoic facial expression.

"I'll have the same thing she's having." He nodded, jotting it down on the little notepad in his hand.

"Anything to drink?"

"What would you like, Gabriella?" I asked, watching her intently with a scowl on my face.

"White wine, please."

"A bottle of white wine." I dismissed the waiter and he told us our order would be ready in ten to twenty minutes before walking off.

"Is everything okay?" she questioned. I nodded, even though I wasn't fucking okay. Every muscle in my body was taut. I was so wound up that it felt like I was going to snap at any minute.

"I'm okay." I tugged on my shirt and released a soft breath. The look she gave me made it clear that she didn't believe me, but she didn't pry, either. "How's work?" I asked. "Kayden told me you're planning the charity event this year."

"Work has been stressful as of late due to the charity event, but I guess that's part of the job." Her voice alone intensified my obsession.

"From what I've heard and seen, you're one the best event coordinators in the city. I don't think you should be stressing about this."

"Seems like you know so much about me, yet I don't know anything about you apart from your name and your occupation."

I chuckled softly, feeling the tension slowly dissipating. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving hers. "What would you like to know about me?"

"We'll start with the most basic question: how old are you?" Her question made me chuckle.

"Thirty," I answered. "And you're twenty-three." Her eyes widened slightly before she rolled them.

"Of course, you knew that. I should be running for the hills right now," she said seductively.

"You could try, but you won't make it very far."

Her soft chuckle was like music to my ears. "When's your birthday?"

"September 6th." She looked at me with pure excitement on her face.

"That is actually insane." I frowned, but I had an idea of where she was going with this.

"What is?" I asked.

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