Page 31 of His Secret Virgin
Chapter 13
Christopher
I didn’t recall ever being so—for lack of a better word—giddy. This wasn’t exactly a feeling I was used to.
Eight o’clock came around, and I left my room to meet Emma in the lobby as we’d planned. My heart raced with each step I took.
I’m really doing this!
Or was I?
This dinner could be orchestrated any way I wanted it. I could set the tone of a friendly meal with my friend’s daughter. Or I could make it a boss/employee kind of thing. But what I really wanted to do was put the ball in her court and see where things might lead.
Emma stood near the entrance to the restaurant, her head bowed as she looked at the screen of the cell phone in her hand. I cleared my throat to attract her attention. Looking up, she turned her head toward me and a smile transformed her pretty face.
“Hi.” She waved with one hand and slipped her phone into her purse with the other.
“Hi,” I said as I came to stand next to her.
A flowery scent drifted around her as she moved toward the restaurant. “The smells coming out of this place are making my tummy growl.”
The smell she gave off made my loins stir. I put my hand on the small of her back. “I’m glad you like it so far, Emma.” Even that brief contact was enough to make my palm tingle and my cock stir. Thankfully, the jacket of my suit covered that well.
The host greeted us, “Your reservation is for?”
“Taylor,” I said, then trailed my hand up Emma’s back to rest it on her shoulder. “For two.”
“Perfect,” the man said as he gathered some menus. “Right this way,” he led us to a small table near a window with a pleasant view. The only view I was interested in was that of my companion for the evening.
“May I get you something from the bar while you look over the menu?” the host asked as Emma and I took our seats next to each other.
With a quick glance at the cocktail menu, I made the order for us both, “We’ll have a couple of your Forbidden Sours, thank you.”
The host left us to put in our order with the bartender, and Emma leaned toward me, a small frown on her adorable face. “Christopher, you might have forgotten this,” she said in a whisper, “but I’m only twenty. Not old enough to drink yet.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I teased her.
She sat back, a blush staining her cheeks. “I’ve had a little bit of wine with my mom and dad. I guess this will be okay too. But promise me you won’t tell my father, please. He’d definitely have something to say about it.”
There were so many things I would never tell her father, so that promise would be easy to keep. “Sure thing, Emma. This will be our little secret.”
She looked over the menu with wide eyes. “Oh, these prices are out of this world. I can’t even look at the dishes because my eyes keep getting stuck on how much they cost.”
“Order whatever you want, Emma. This is on the company, remember?” I asked as I grinned at her.
“But, I just can’t make myself do it,” she said then put the menu down. “Would you mind ordering for me?”
My cock grew a little more at her request. There was nothing sexier than the thought of her putting herself in my hands, trusting me. “Alright, Emma. Do you like beef, chicken, or seafood?”
“Seafood,” came her quick reply. “In order of preference, I like seafood, any kind at all, then chicken, and then beef. And if you’re going for a steak, then it has to be fully cooked, no pink.”
“I see.” I put the menu down, as I already knew what I wanted. “I’ll have to make you a steak at my place sometime. Rare is the only way to truly enjoy steaks. And I make a mean one on my outdoor grill. I’ll bet if you had a properly cooked steak, you’d like it.”
“I don’t know,” she said as she wrinkled her nose and made a funny face. “Bloody meat is kind of…well, gross.”
“You’ll see. Maybe Sunday you can come over, and I’ll make dinner for you before your parents get back.” I knew setting up another time for us to be alone might be pushing it, but I had to try.
She eyed me warily, making me a little nervous. “Christopher, I’m still not ready to meet your daughters if that’s what you’re up to.”
