Page 19 of Sold to the Highest Bidder
Ten minutes later, Nazalie rushed out of the bathroom.
“I seem to recall you saying you’d be out in a minute.”
Contrary to his tone, Joshua didn’t look annoyed at all. He looked tired. Maybe she should ask him what was wrong at dinner.He couldn’t ignore her forever. Nazalie was worried about him. If only he would talk to her, maybe she could help him.
“Stuff became hairy.” Before she remembered that she was still mad at him about extending the contract and their earlier argument, she asked, “Are you doing okay? You look a bit tired.” Nazalie almost felt bad for making him wait but she remembered this outing was thrown at her at the last minute.
“Let’s go,” he murmured, leading her out the door.
“You look beautiful, by the way,” he told her while they were driving out of the building.
He wasn’t looking at her. If she hadn’t heard him clearly, she would have thought it was her imagination.
“Thank you,” she answered by force of habit.
The restaurant was different from the last one he brought her to. It was much more private. The entire restaurant looked like if you scraped the walls, money would fall out instead of paint. Anyone could tell that it was high end. Nazalie found herself commending Joshua’s thoughtfulness on buying her a gown. Nazalie caught her reflection on the marvel floors, and she indeed looked stunning. She wished she had worn some makeup, even if it was only a little.
Nazalie took her card and some cash, not because she was going to buy anything. Knowing Joshua, it was already paid for. She took them because she didn’t want to be carrying an empty purse. No one would know, but she would feel stupid.
There seemed to be no problem with their reservation. Either Joshua lied about the time, or he was powerful enough for them to put his reservation on hold. Nazalie voted for the latter.
They were led to a private section. There were even fewer people there than there were in the main restaurant. There was a large ‘VIP’ sign above the door with two hefty looking men at either side of it.
What could they possibly need security for? Typically, Nazalie would have felt nervous, being around so many seemingly famous people. Joshua’s presence, though silent, was reassuring. It calmed her down.
They had their dinner in silence. Nazalie didn’t mind; she was mostly happy to be outside. She had been stuck in the penthouse for so long. That was one of the reasons why she didn’t protest when Joshua suddenly sprung this dinner on her.
When they got back, Nazalie was in a good mood, so she suggested that they watch a movie together. Surprisingly, Joshua didn’t protest or say he had work to do. The phone rang, and Joshua walked up to answer it.
She sat on the couch, waiting for him to come to sit with her. She had already started the movie. She picked a random movie, unsure which.
“That was a work call,” Joshua said, appearing behind her.
The heat of his voice and breath caressed her shoulder, and she hadn’t even heard him approach. He walked quietly for such a big man.
He hopped onto the couch, pulling her into him.
Nazalie sat in his arms, staring but not watching. She was hyper-aware of Joshua’s closeness. Even now, she could feel her body reacting to his presence. The knowledge that she could have him right now and indulge herself in everything he had to offer scared her. And he did offer her so very much on so many levels. She leaned in closer so she could feel some of the warmth she missed when he was at work.
“If you don’t stop doing that, we’ll end up not watching this movie,” Joshua mumbled huskily.
Unknowingly, Nazalie was grinding against him. She could feel the bulge in his trousers.
“What if that’s what I want?” she whispered, turning to straddle him.
“Then, our interests are aligned.”
His hands were on her hips, planting her ass firmly on his manhood.
She’d forgotten how well they fit, the way she tucked inside his embrace, his head angling down. He was taller than she was, but it worked right for her arms to rest on his shoulders while she burrowed her hands into his hair.
Nazalie touched and roved her hands in his hair, the slight waves curling around her fingers as if coaxing her to never leave. No persuasion needed; she was on fire with want after a day without this kind of sensual contact.
She’d reached for him in frustration, her desire slipping past when her defenses were weakened by irritation. But now that he was touching her, stroking her, coaxing her body against his, she forced all that away. She put all her worries right out of her mind.
Either way, she didn’t want to argue. She wanted that connection she felt whenever she was with him. And she didn’t want to fight it another second.
“You taste like strawberries.”
