Page 166 of Tempting All The Way

“Exactly that. I’m done. I’m going home,” she says.

“You’re not done until I tell you you’re done. Strip, Dani, now!” I walk around my desk and stalk towards her.

“No!” she says again, folding her arms over her chest.

“Are you really going to deny yourself what you know I can give you?” I ask her, cupping her chin between my fingers.

“I don’t need anything from you,” she says.

“You may not need it, but you do want it,” I tell her. “Are you really going to leave here with a task undone?” I know that gets to her. She’s such a people pleaser, wants to be the best of the best. That’s what drove her to getting everything on that ridiculous list done today. She refuses to fail at anything.

“No,” she says as she starts unbuttoning her blouse.

Her stomach makes a god-awful noise. I look down at it. “Do you have an alien growing in there or something?” I ask her.

“I hope not. I skipped lunch. I’m just hungry,” she says.

I stop her fingers from undoing another button. “Why the fuck would you skip lunch?”

“Because my boss is an ass who gave me an impossible list of tasks that I had to complete today,” she fires back at me.

“You’re right. Your boss is a fucking ass. Fuck, Dani.” I run a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have skipped lunch.” I walk back to my desk and pick up my wallet, phone, and keys. “Come on.” I take her hand and lead her out of my office.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“To eat,” I tell her. I’m fucking pissed at myself that she forwent taking a break to get my stupid list of tasks done. I should have made sure she ate.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull up in a McDonald’s carpark.

“Wow, going all out. It’s not exactly the first place I thought you’d take me on a date, but it works.” She laughs.

“This isn’t a date. We’re just eating.”

“Right, because you don’t date,” she says.

“No, because when I do take you out on a date, it won’t be to a fast-food restaurant.” I correct her. “And you and I, we are dating, Dani.” I leave that in the air as I climb out of the car.

Dani is quiet as we walk in. I’m going through the self-serve menu and ordering a heap of shit we probably won’t even eat. But I want to make sure she has as much as she needs. After paying, I lead her over to a booth and slide in next to her.

“I am sorry,” I tell her.

“It’s fine.” She shrugs.

“No, it’s not. I was an ass.”

“I know.”

A young kid brings over our tray and looks from our piled-up order back up to us, before placing everything on the table and walking off.

“Did you think you were feeding an army?” Dani asks.

“Just eat,” I tell her, unwrapping a cheeseburger and handing it to her.

She practically inhales it while picking at fries between bites. “This is so good,” she says.

“Fuck, Dani, don’t make your sex sounds when we’re in a McDonald’s,” I tell her.

“Why not?”

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