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Once the maître d’ shows us to a table, a waiter approaches to take our order.

“We’ll have a bottle of Moët and Chandon Nectar Imperial,” Bryce orders.

“Of course, sir!” With a bow, the waiter scurries off.

“I hope you’re in the mood for champagne.”

It’s not a question, it’s more of a statement and since I’m a sucker for French champagne, I have no problems with Bryce ordering on my behalf.

“I love champagne.”

“Good!”

“I hope you don’t intend to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me later tonight.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s only fun when you’re in full possession of your senses.”

“You have big plans for me?”

“I do.” He leans into the table. “I want to slide so deep inside you, I have trouble remembering what it’s like to be apart from you. And Amanda, I want you to let me.”

Once again, Bryce catches me off guard.

I’m stunned by his words.

I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.

The waiter returns to a table filled with sexual tension. He hesitates until Bryce unlocks his eyes from mine, and looks up at him. “My friend loves champagne.”

“Madame has excellent taste,” the waiter says. He sets the bucket containing the champagne on the table, before filling our flutes with the nectar of the gods.

Bryce and I thank him.

“Would you like some appetizers to accompany the champagne, sir?”

“What an excellent idea! Amanda, should I order a cheese platter?”

“That would be lovely,” I say.

Once we polish off the cheese platter and drink half the bottle of champagne, Bryce gets up, rounds the table, and slides next to me on the seat.

He gets real close, lifts my hair, and kisses the back of my neck. I’m surprised by the tenderness of his kiss, which contrasts with his earlier words about wanting to fuck me senseless.

“Do you like this lounge?” he asks in a near whisper.

“I do.”

I start feeling the effects of the champagne as I mellow to the vibe of the music, the sultry mood, and Bryce’s closeness.

“You’re as chill as the music playing,” he says. In only a few days since we met, Bryce has become very good at reading me.

I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my mischievous smile. “I might have sipped the champagne a little bit too fast. I guess you win. You have carte blanche to take advantage of me.”

Bryce leans in, playfully bites my shoulder. “I want you fully aware when I fuck you later tonight. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t remember how hard I’ll be riding you.”

His promise perks me up.

The champagne makes me more daring than usual, and gives me courage to say and do things I’d never dream of.

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