Page 74 of Hard Rock Heat
Chapter Twenty-Three
When we walked in,the hostess gave Damon the side-eye. At least I was dressed appropriately in my blouse and skirt. He was wearing his usual jeans and a band t-shirt with a studded belt. He was also carrying the plastic bag with theNaughty or Nicelogo on it. I hoped no one noticed. I hoped he didn't pull out whatever he'd just bought in the middle of therestaurant.
"Good eveningmonsieur, madame." The hostess was polite despite her expression. "Do you have areservation?"
"Nope," Damon said cheerfully. He slipped the girl a handful of bills. "I'm sure you can work something out. Hopefully a table somewhereprivate?"
Her eyes went wide. She immediately consulted her tablet and tapped a few times on thescreen.
"Right this way," she said as she discreetly tucked the bills into herpocket.
She led us to a table near the back. There were two other tables within our line of sight, but only one wasoccupied.
"Now can I know what's in the bag?" I asked as soon as we wereseated.
"I thought you didn't care," Damonsaid.
"I can't help but be a little curious," I said breezily. "After all, you brought the bag in with you. It must beimportant."
"Let's order first," hesaid.
The waiter appeared just as we decided on our meals, not making us wait. To my surprise, Damon had no trouble ordering, despite the entire menu being in French. That man continued to surprise me everyday.
The waiter asked if we'd be ordering a bottle of wine to go with dinner. Damon shook hishead.
"Water is fine," hesaid.
When he left, I spokeup.
"Did you just assume I don't want wine?" I asked. "You know how sexist it is for the guy to order for the girl without consulting withher?"
"It's not sexist," he said. "I just don't want either us under the influence for what comesnext."
"And what exactly is that?" I asked, taking thebait.
"You."
I raised an eyebrow. "In the middle of a restaurant? I know you're a sex god, but even you can't make me orgasm from across thetable."
"Is that a challenge?" His eyesglinted.
"Go ahead and try," I said, "What are you going to do? Throw me smoldering looks? Use dirtywords?"
He simply passed me the bag. I grabbed it and hid it in my lap, hiding thelogo.
"Open it," he urged. The eagerness in his voice, the hunger, wasunmistakable.
A tingle went through me. My stomach muscles clenched. I didn't even know what was in the bag and my body was alreadyresponding.
"It's not going to bite," headded.
Slowly, I peeked into the bag. There was something vaguely egg-shaped in there, along with what looked like a miniature remotecontrol.
My thighs pressed together unconsciously. A slow throb started up between mylegs.
I knew exactly what this wasfor.
I lifted my eyes to Damon. "Are youseriously—"
