I extend the bouquet out to her, and she accepts it with a hand newly adorned with costume jewelry. I make a mental note to gift her one of my gran’s old pieces, along with several new ones.
“These will make a great snack for the goats, along with all the others.” She smirks, her face tilting to the side, her dark hair shifting around her perfect heart-shaped face. “So, what do you have planned for us tonight, Mr. Prosper?”
My cock twitches at her use of the title ‘Mr. Prosper’, which has become synonymous with impeccable fucking orgasm.
But that’s not what tonight is about.
I extend my elbow, as I’d done the night before, and say, “Ms. Green, it would please me greatly if you would accompany me for a night of dinner and entertainment.”
She snakes her hand over my forearm and allows me to guide her to my truck.
After helping her inside, I climb in and start toward our destination.
Penny’s newly painted fingernails tap nervously on the clutch Karmen must have given her.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her.
A strained smile manifests on her pink lips. “Thank you.”
I don’t like how she receives my compliments, but I suppose I understand why they’re so difficult for her to believe, because before I got with her, my tastes ran Hollywood pretty.
I need to show her she’s not a concession.
When Penny sees that I’m not heading towards the bigger town of Brooksburrow, she turns to me.
“Where are we going?”
“Where do you think?”
She looks over her shoulder. “All the nice restaurants are that way.”
“Well, maybe I wanted to take you to a shitty restaurant. They say nothing strengthens a couple more than a strong case of dysentery.”
Penny giggles, and I can’t help but smile, because, despite all the hurdles I have to clear, Penny is worth it.
I drive out to a section of field that me and my brothers used to play at and kill the engine.
“Seriously?”
Without replying, I exit my truck and rush around to her side to let her out.
Once on the field, she looks curiously at our surroundings.
I lay out a blanket and grab the picnic basket Duke packed.
“If you were planning a picnic, why’d you have me get all dressed up?”
I take out a loaf of bread. “To be honest, I’d planned to take you to a fancy dinner, but Duke had other plans for us.”
“Well, I have to hand it to Duke, he knows me well.”
“Don’t think that you’re getting out of that fancy dinner. It’s just postponed.”
The basket is loaded with all kinds of food, courtesy of Javier, the best chef money can buy. It’s not an exaggeration to say he could dance circles around any Michelin Star chef.
As we eat, Penny moans her approval, which makes my cock throw a damn fit. But I keep it calm and under wraps, realizing how important this dinner is.
“And the final course,” I pull out a metal tin. “Tiramisu fit for Italian nobility.”
