Page 77 of Moose

I curled my long brown hair and did a dark brown and gold make-up look with dark red lips. Grabbing my small black purse with the gold chain, I headed downstairs to find Moose.

As I turned into the kitchen, I froze in my tracks. Moose was dressed to the nines in a suit and tie. From his suit jacket to his dress shirt to his pants, he was dressed in all black and looked fucking fine as hell.

His long hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and I could smell his cologne and it made me want to skip dinner and spend the night underneath this delicious man; hints of cedarwood, pine, and orange surrounded me as we moved closer to each other.

Moose ran his thumb down my cheek, pressing it to my bottom lip and gently pulling it down.

“Fuck, Princess.”

All I could do was nod. Moose was unlike any other man I had met. He made me feel so many things, but most of all, he made me feel loved.

“You clean up nice.”

Moose laughed as he pulled me into him and softly kissed me.

“You look fucking amazing, baby. But if we stand here any longer, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself and I really want to take you to dinner and treat you like the princess you are.”

I laughed as he took my hand and led me out to his truck.

“Hey, I wouldn’t be complaining.”

Moose laughed and opened my door for me, caging me against the truck.

“Oh, princess. As much as I would love to bend you right over and fuck you until you couldn’t scream anymore, but we have dinner reservations and I intend to treat you like a lady...for now.”

He nipped along my neck, sending my body into overdrive, goosebumps spreading across my body.

“Fuck it. Let’s just stay home.”

Moose laughed again and lifted me into the seat, sliding his hand up my dress.

“No can do, baby. Now buckle up so I can treat you right.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

He shut the door and walked to the driver's side to get in. Moose looked so fucking good behind the wheel in his suit, but I preferred him in leather and jeans.

Moose put the truck in drive and headed out of town.

“I’m taking you to the best steakhouse around here. You’ll love it, princess.”

“Anywhere with you is perfect.”

Moose just smiled as we drove down the highway. We finally got to the brick and wood building. He parked and ran over to help me out of the truck.

Not missing a beat, he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to the door. A gentleman met us at the podium and smiled as we walked in.

“Hello and welcome to The Chopping. Do you have reservations?”

“Yes sir, Under Jacob Lavoie.”

The man smiled and grabbed two menus. “Follow me, please.”

He led us to a booth, and we both sat down. The man poured us a glass of water and placed the menus down.

“Your waiter will be with you shortly.”

I turned to Moose and burst out laughing.

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