18.
February 23rd, 2020
Ilaughed out loud and shook my head at another one of Zaira’s weird comments. “No, you aren’t dead, babe; just keep walking straight.” I tightened my right arm around her waist and guided her further ahead.
She looked absolutely ravishing in a white turtleneck, a long brown flannel jacket, and a pair of black skintight jeans.
And God, those legs of hers… I wanted them wrapped around my waist.
Her gloss-coated lips? I wanted them on mine.
Her wavy brown hair… Fuck, don’t even get me started on them.
Did I mention I’m a goner for this woman? Because I am – very much so.
“Why else would you blindfold me right after stuffing me with my favorite pastries?” she asked, and then gasped suddenly before stopping in her tracks. “Oh my God, are you sacrificing me to Satan? Are you one of those celebrities who sell their soul to the devil in order to receive fame and money? Is that why you’re so popular?”
I couldn’t tell whether she was being serious, or whether she was joking. Her tone matched the former, but still, I wasn’t sure.
I nudged her a little, and with a huff, she resumed walking.
“No, I’m not sacrificing you. I’d be the biggest idiot the world has ever seen if I even imagined doing such a thing,” I told her.
“Awww.” She placed her joined hands under her chin. “You can’t see it because of the blindfold, but I’m batting my lashes so hard right now.”
I chuckled. “You truly are one of a kind.”
“So glad you realized my worth and potential,” she mused.
I grinned, and once we’d reached where I wanted us to be, I got behind her, grabbed her hands, and placed them atop the marble railing.
Shane had wanted Zaira and I to have an intimate first date rather than an attention-snagging public one. So, in order to make sure my girl had the best time during said date, I’d decided to arrange things at my penthouse.
Zaira had practically hopped and skipped like a schoolgirl during the entire house tour, and when one of my chefs had brought in her favorite pastries – as per my request – she had gotten that adorable anime-like look on her face, which had filled me with joy and pride.
Damn, she was quickly becoming my lifeline – my source for everything livable.
“Oooh, that’s some smooth finishing right there,” she commented as she ran her fingers over the black marble railing.
I bit my bottom lip and stood next to her. She was the finest type of loony, that woman.
“You like?” I asked, and when she nodded enthusiastically, I chuckled. “I’m glad you do.”
“Who knew a dick could be so hard,” she said, and then laughed when I made a sound between a choke and a cough.
“What gave you the idea that it’s a…dick?” I asked, mildly stunned by what she’d uttered.
She shrugged. “Judging by the boner you get every time you see me, I simply assumed.”
Jesus.
I gently took the blindfold off, handed Zaira her glasses, and waited for her to adjust to her surroundings.
“Wow…” she breathed as she looked at the open night sky after wearing her glasses. “Gall, this is…”
“Beautiful?” I asked, and then stepped closer to her.
“Yeah…” She was still looking at the dazzling stars and the ink-blue sky with wide, awestricken eyes. “Just…wow.”
