Page 79 of The Promise Of Rain
A pretty woman with a long, blond ponytail stood behind the hostess stand.“Hello, welcome to Ayana’s!”She offered a friendly smile.
I nodded.“Reservations for two under Raine.”
She ran her finger down the listing while Jenny stared around in awe.
“First time with us?”
Jenny started and offered a quick smile.“Yes.”
The blond nodded and looked around.“My Nan designed it.It’s like Mrs.Claus’ boudoir.”
Jenny laughed.“Exactly!I was thinking snow globe, but it wasn’t quite…”
“Right?”the blond exclaimed without letting her finish.“Coat check is down the hall, and then I can seat you.”
“Thank you.”I nodded and placed my palm at the small of Jenny’s back.
God, how I wanted to guide her in just this way for the rest of our lives.
At the coat check I waited until she unzipped her coat before drawing it down her arms.Maybe she wanted a dressier coat for outings such as this one.
I wanted to give her everything.
She dipped her chin, exposing the gentle curve of her elegant neck.
Moving forward, I brushed my lips over the sweet spot, my dick jerking in my pants at the soft hitch in her breath.
“Ready?”I asked roughly.
“Mhm,” she squeaked and walked back toward the hostess, the sway of her hips under her soft sweater inviting me to squeeze.
It was getting increasingly difficult to hold off, and I was beginning to question my motives.
And sanity.
The hostess picked up two menus and perused the map of tables.“I’m going to put you in the corner where you can see everything.Best seat in the house.”
“Oh, thank you, but that’s not necessary,” Jenny protested.
“It’s my pleasure.This way, please.”The blond smiled widely as she left us at our table.“Enjoy!”
Jenny’s eyes followed her as she bounced away to slide into a booth next to a tall, swarthy man with a scruffy chin.A sweet, little girl kneeled on the bench beside him, a mass of colouring books spread out in front of her.
“The crayon looks like a toothpick in his big hand,” Jenny mused.
“He looks like your type,” I commented.
Her eyes blew wide and then she laughed.“Considering you have that same dark, broody, bad boy look, that bodes well for you.”
I grinned.“You’re saying I’m your type.”
“No.”She shook her head, her eyes sober.“Deacon Raine is my type.That’s it.”
“Good.Because Jenny Davis is mine.What are you going to have?”
She opened her menu, a frown line forming between her brows.“Are you sure you can afford this?”
I chuckled.“We won’t be eating here every night, but I’m more than okay to take you out for a nice dinner whenever you want.”
