I peered up at him. “You cook?”
He shrugged. “My grandmother taught me how to make a few simple things. Nothing that special.” His hand ran up and down my arm, the simple touch doing crazy things to my body. “Unless you want to go out to dinner again.”
I assumed going out again meant more prying eyes. Was he trying to avoid that?
“If we go out again, more pictures of us could be posted on social media.”
“I don’t care what pictures they take or post of us. But I understand if it bothers you. You should know, though…” He trailed off before looking down at me with caution. “It has become more of a constant thing in my life over the years. But most of the time, I ignore it. It’s not usually a big deal here, but it is when I’m in Boston.”
Voices close by had me stepping away from him and straightening my sweater. I held back the eye roll as his lips turned down into a frown. Was he intending to make it obvious in front of all the staff today? We’d eventually need to deal with that, but I didn’t think right now was the time.
I busied myself with talking to the employees and thanking them. During a lull in the action, I looked around and noticed Wyatt was gone.
My phone vibrated on one of the tables where I’d set it down, and I picked it up. Wyatt’s name in the notifications sent excitement coursing through me as I opened our text thread.
Wyatt:Dinner? 7p.m.?
My fingers flewacross the screen without a second thought.
Me:Definitely. Looking forward to tasting your masterpiece.
Wyatt: Don’t get too excited. But are you sure? I don’t mind going out again if you’d prefer.
Upstairs alone inthe suite with him? That idea alone was causing my core to throb with anticipation. I wanted this. Him. More than I’d ever wanted anything. And that made the answer to his question easy.
Me:I’m more than sure.
Chapter Seventeen
WYATT
Jesus Christ.What was she trying to do to me? The black dress she wore hugged the top part of her body, including right above her hips, before flaring out around her thighs. It also barely covered much—not typical of the dresses she usually wore that ended above her knees. I was one hundred percent positive if she bent over, I’d get a glimpse of her luscious ass. Hopefully clad in only a thong.
I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was drinking her in as I let my gaze trail down her body, ending at her sky-high heels. Ineeded to remember to tell her to leave those on when I drilled into her.
Wait. I blinked. No. That wasn’t what we were doing tonight. Just dinner, I reminded myself again. Showing her what she deserved.
A seductive chuckle left her lips, causing me to raise my eyes back to her face. I cocked a brow. Could she read my mind? Was my need for her written all over my face? I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.
“I’m starting to love when you zone out now.”
“Huh?”
“I asked you what you were making. But I’m pretty sure you didn’t hear me because you were drooling over my legs.”
I shrugged. “I love your legs.” Especially if they were wrapped around my waist, or my head. I shook my head, trying to concentrate on the conversation. “I’m making baked chicken and potatoes. It’s super easy and basic.”
“Smells amazing.”
I turned back to my task of plating everything. “Our wine is already on the balcony with the small gas fire pit going.” With a glance over my shoulder, I added, “But it’s chillier out there than it was last week. So we can eat inside if you want.”
She shook her head. “I’d like to try outside. I’ll grab a throw to cover my legs.”
I hated that idea, but I didn’t want her to be cold either, so I nodded. The black dress she wore had long sleeves, but when she turned, I almost tripped as I moved behind her, plates in hand. The fabric dropped into a V down her back.
Jesus. Maybe this was a test to see how quickly I’d come undone. As if on cue, my dick sprang to life.
I set our plates down and took my seat across from her. The way her hair shimmered in the glow of the fire held me captive. Ireluctantly pulled my gaze away and focused on the plate in front of me.