Page 35 of Captivated By Danger

“Dad, calm down. He’s just a friend, and Allen’s.”

“Okay, send ya mama a text message when you make it.”

He kissed my temple and saw me to the door. When I stepped outside, the man jumped out of the driver’s seat and opened the back door for me. A part of me was hoping that Diesel would be in the backseat, but he wasn’t.

“Hi,” I spoke and he nodded his head.

The ride to Allen’s was a quiet and fast one. Elle texted me and told me to be myself, go for what I wanted and most of all, to have fun because I deserved it. I’d finally read over his little sex schedule and the man was sick as hell. He’d scheduled our sex and the type of sex that we’d have. In the first week, he’d introduce me to the type of sex that he was into. In parentheses, it said that we’d be away from the house. I made sure to put a question mark by that. The schedule went up to six weeks and weeks seven and eight had TBA in parenthesis. After my duties, he had a few bullet points of his own basically telling me that he’d have dinner with me at least two nights a week to discuss sex and he doesn’t kiss, show emotion, or affection outside of whatever scene we’re doing. How it reads is that we are supposed to be robots until it’s time for sex.

“Ms…” the man called out to me. “We are here.”

He pulled the car in front of the valet and the young man opened the back door, helping me out. The heels were high, but I was a professional heel walker, big and all, I could strut. Inside, the restaurant was beautiful. It was a new five-star restaurant a couple cities over. Elle told me the food was great, but I hadn’t had a chance to make it here.

“Hi. You look so cute! Name?”

“My name is Greysen. Here for Danger?”

She looked at the computer in front of her. “Ah. Yes. Right this way.”

The hostess led me through the restaurant, down a few stairs through a few more rows of chairs before we got to the door that had a private label on it.

“In here.”

When she opened the door, Diesel sat at a small circular table in the middle of the floor with his phone pressed to his ear. When he looked at me, his eyes roamed my body before he closed them slowly, shaking his head. My cheeks were already starting to warm. When I got closer, he stood greeting me with a smile with a slight hug and kiss on top of the head. He was dressed casual in a pair of black pants and a white long-sleeved, button-down rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black boots. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show off the two silver Cuban link rope chains he had on. That little bling was no match for the small silver studs he had in his ears. There wasn’t a hair out of place on his low-shaven beard or on his bald fade. No one man should be that fine. I figured I’d stared at him too long because when he winked at me, I rolled my eyes toward the middle of the table.

“Let me get back to you,” he ended his call and laid his phone on the table.

“Your waitress will be right with you,” the hostess told us before leaving us alone.

“You look amazing. I’m glad you like the outfit. The silk looks beautiful against your skin.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He blinked slowly before his lips spread across his face.

“I guess I should give you this.” I handed him the manual. “And I have so many questions.”

“I hope I have so many answers.”

“Did you really get me into Columbia? I mean, I know I said I wanted to go back, but I don’t know.”

“Yes, I got you into Columbia. There is no better time than now.”

“So, you think I’m just going to up and move to New York just because you got me into a really good school?”

“I know.”

I raised my eyebrow. “You know what?”

“Iknowthat you’re going toup and move to New Yorkbecause I got you in a really good school.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. The waitress walked into the room with a water pitcher in her hand.

“Hey. I’ll be your waitress for tonight. You guys know what you want to drink?”

“If you can bring me a Cosmo.”

“Don Julio. No ice.”

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