Page 36 of The Enemy's Daughter

“My hips wouldn’t cope with the chocolates.”

He ran his hands from her ass to her hips. “I could cope. I can have something to hold onto when I drive my dick deep inside you.”

She sighed. “Can we skip the restaurant?”

“No. It’s my treat. You’re always feeding me. This is the best way I can feed you.” He rubbed his hands on her back.

Just tell her.

“Come on, get in the car, and I’ll feed us both.”

He made sure she was in the car and secured, and climbed into his driver’s side.

“You seem a little out of it,” she said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It has just been a long day at the office.” He wanted to tell her the truth, but he didn’t know how. Everything he said would just make her withdraw from him, and that was not what he wanted to do.

Damn it.

Rex tried to warn him before he even got in too deep, and instead of listening to his friend, he’d fucked up.

Parking outside of the restaurant, he climbed out, and then moved the man aside who was about to help Bella out, to take her hand. He didn’t like any other man touching her. She belonged to him, and it was his place to make her feel special.

“This is a fancy place,” she said.

“The best.”

He’d already arranged ahead to be known as Blue, and to only have his regular waiter whom he’d spoken to. This restaurant offered secluded, private booths that meant no one would be able to see him.

This was a huge risk, but he’d wanted to give her a really wonderful experience, and this was the only way he saw of doing that.

Once her jacket was taken, and they were escorted to their table, he noticed how uncomfortable Bella looked.

“Are you okay?” he asked, taking hold of her hand.

“Yeah. Just feeling a little underdressed. This is a very, erm, exclusive place. You must be closer to your boss than you think,” she said.

“I make a good living.”

She smiled, and again, he saw this unnerved her a little.

“This has nothing to do with you, babe. I promise. I’m not trying to get your father’s money, or use you. I’ve got my own money, and I just want to treat you.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. You’ve been unusually quiet is all. I didn’t know if all of this was to dump me.”

“Dump you?”

“Yeah, keep me happy, and then crash my hopes in the mud, that kind of thing?”

“We’re going away for the weekend in a couple of days.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t think it’s a mistake.” She waved her hand in the air. “Forget I ever said anything. I seem to be putting my foot in my mouth a lot.” She reached over the table taking his hands. “Thank you for bringing me here. This is nice.”

“I take it an old boyfriend took you to a restaurant like this?” he asked.

“Yeah. I thought it was lovely, romantic even, and then I was the one left with the check. His words were, ‘you can afford it. I can’t. Pay up.’ Wow, I really dated some awful dicks, didn’t I?” she asked, laughing.

He smiled along with her.

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