Because I had a ridiculously stunning rooftop, I’d arranged for us to dine on it. I knew she would appreciate the sky and nature’s serene allure – just like me. One of the many reasons I was crazy about her.
“So, you still think it’s my dick you have your hands on?” I questioned, and when she looked up at me, I raised a brow and dipped my chin as a gesture towards the marble railing.
Zaira glanced down, then back up at me. She rubbed her lips together, and then began giggling like a 5-year-old whilst also almost falling against me.
“Oh my God,” she sputtered between titters. “I don’t know why I even compared your cock to a railing!”
I chuckled. “Because you presumed I was packing a smooth-finished marble behind my pants.”
She tipped her head back and laughed. “Ya Allah…” she breathed. “I’m so weird.”
“Nah…” I pulled her close and turned her so she was facing me fully. “You’re perfect, baby.Myperfect.”
She stopped laughing and sniffed as she gazed up at me. “Cheesy baboon,” she said.
I grinned and leaned in before kissing her once. “That, I am.”
Zaira ran her hands over my black dress shirt. “You’re so hot, Underwood,” she voiced, and then quickly ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip.
I groaned when that action made my cock twitch.
She looked up suddenly, and then tilted her head. “What?”
“You know what, Zaira.”
She smirked – just a little. “Do I?”
Whata tease.
“Want me to show you?” I asked.
Her pupils gleamed under the moonlight. “Nuh uh; too early for that.” She then shifted a little to her right before glancing down. “Damn…” she drawled. “That’ll be a long fall.”
I chuckled and kissed her left temple. “Why do you think I’ll let you fall?”
She looked sideways at me. “Because that’s what happens in thriller romance movies.”
My lips twitched. “And what gave you the idea that we’re the romantic thriller type?”
She clicked her tongue and looked at me, head-on. “Then what category do we fall in?” she asked.
“Hmm…” I made a show of thinking, but only for a second. “Romantic comedy. We definitely are romcom material.”
Zaira chuckled. “Well, then my fall would be full of me screaming bizarre obscenities at you, cursing you and your hypnotic dick for luring me in and deceiving me after, and you letting out an evil, cringe-worthy, and sadistic laugh to every word I spit at you whilst falling to my inevitable demise.”
For the umpteenth time in just a few minutes, I laughed. “How do you even come up with these things?” I was genuinely curious and surprised.
She pushed her glasses up her nose and tapped her forehead. “It’s a writer’s brain, babe. That’s all it does; it creates stories.”
I grinned. “Can’t argue with that logic.”
A knock sounded on the rooftop door, right before my head chef Mateo poked his head in. “Dinner is ready to be served, señor. Should I ask Eve to set the table for you and Miss Khan?”
I nodded. “Please; and thank you, Mateo.”
He inclined his head. “My pleasure, señor.” He turned around and left.
With a smile, I looked down at the beautiful woman in my arms. “Ready to get this date started?”
She grinned. “Hell yes,señor.” She emphasized the last word to tease me, which only made me smile wider.
“You give me life, baby.” I kissed her. “Don’t you dare change – not ever.”
She chuckled. “I promise. Change is overrated anyway.” She kissed me back, and Lord, did my heart perform a fucking somersault behind my chest.
Smitten.
I was thoroughly, madly, andentirelysmitten with Zaira Khan.
