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“We’re good. The check please.” I flashed her a grin, while reaching for my wallet, causing her to blush.
Ziora cleared her throat. “Actually, can I get the strawberry cheesecake?” Her tone was snappy.
I quirked a brow and glanced at her. “You heard the lady. Add the cheesecake before you charge the card.”
The girl nodded and left the room.
“Now where were we?”
“You were about to tell me about the information you learned.”
“Right…not yet. The date isn’t over.” Ziora looked displeased.
“That wasn’t the deal.”
“Yeah well, beggars can’t be choosers.” My shoulders rose then fell and I leaned forward. “Now, what was the hardest thing you’ve hacked?”
The point of tonight was for me to get to know Ziora on a more personal level. Everything Emmet uncovered was surface level. I wanted to know it all, down to when she got her first tooth if I could. If dangling the information in front of her was what I needed to use to get her to open up, I wasn’t against it.
CHAPTER 14
ZIORA
Ihated to admit that tonight hadn’t gone as bad as I expected. The last thing I expected was for Ezra to show up at my house with a dress. I knew when he mentioned us having a date he was serious, but I refused to make anything easy for him. Dinner was amazing and the food probably ruined any other food for me. It started off with me wanting to know what he learned, but further into the night I started to relax and enjoy the evening.
“I didn’t agree to a nightcap,” I commented when he parked in his driveway. I eyed his house and ran my hands over my thighs. I inhaled a deep breath and looked around. I hadn’t been to Ezra’s house since he took me home after kidnapping me.
He turned and winked at me before pressing the button to turn his car off and opening his door. I sat there frozen. This was the same house I was held in for almost a month. My chest tightened and my heart thudded behind my breasts.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Ezra was a lot of things, but I believed him when he told me he wouldn’t hurt me. I wasn’t sure why he brought me here or what his expectations were. When I used my toy last night, it just scratched the surface. I couldn’t forget how Ezra’s lips felt on me or between my legs. Eventually, during my bath, I envisioned it was his well-endowed third leg moving in and out of me. The first time I saw his dick I was shocked. I had learned a lot of time that the cocky guys didn’t have anything between their legs to brag about.
The door opened and the brush of cool air caused my eyes to snap open. I looked over and Ezra was holding the door, waiting for me to get out.
If anything I could scratch an itch tonight and then be able to put sex with Ezra out of my mind.
I grabbed my crossbody from the floor between my legs and unbuckled my seat belt before climbing out of the car.
The coat I had on did little to warm my body. Ezra grabbed my hand and led me to his front door.
“I’ve been waiting to have you back at my house, but this time in my bed where you belong,” Ezra mentioned before unlocking the door.
When we stepped inside I couldn’t help but take a look. It seemed like forever since I was last here. Ezra had a beautiful home. It was big for one person, but it didn’t feel lonely or cold. The heat was blaring, offsetting the coldness from outside. I unzipped my coat and shrugged it off.
“Do you want a proper tour this time?” He raised a brow at me.
I shook my head. “No. I just want to go to your room.”
He flashed a crooked grin. “Then let’s go.”
He locked the door, then grabbed my hand, leading me to the steps. Last time I was here I didn’t pay much attention to his bedroom the one time I was in it. When he pushed the double doors at the end of the hall open, I was in awe once the lights were on inside. The room was huge. My bedroom and office combined if I had to guess.
He had a large bed in the center of the room with four black thick posts and it sat high off the ground. The sheets on the bed were red and the comforter was black. A red chaise sat at theend of the bed. He had a fireplace on one end of the room with two large black chairs near it. It was safe to say what his favorite colors were.
I stepped deeper into the room. A large, flatscreen was on the wall across from the bed. Under it was a black dresser. I zeroed in on the camera resting on top of it.
“Spacey,” I commented, walking to the chaise and taking a seat.
“Yeah.” He walked toward me and kneeled. I watched as he grabbed my feet and worked on unstrapping my heel.
