“Where are we?”Camille asks as I pull into a space that overlooks the lake.
The sun is setting on the horizon, but there’s still enough light to clearly see the lake and mountains. Late spring and early summer are my favorite times of year to visit this area. The temperatures are warm enough to enjoy being outside, and the mountains are still snow-capped.
“This is Whitefish Lake, and I’m taking you to dinner at a restaurant that overlooks the lake. It has the best views, and the food is pretty damn good, too.”
“Good, because I’m starving.”
I kiss her hand before I get out of the truck, walk around to her door, and help her out. We walk hand-in-hand to the entrance and are immediately greeted by the hostess.
“Good evening, Mr. Landgon. Your table is ready.”
“Thank you, Sally.” The hostess leads us to a table for two by the window. Since I made a reservation and planned this meal out in advance, the table is already set for us with two glasses of red wine waiting.
After we both sit down, Sally smiles. “The first course will be out momentarily.”
Camille eyes the hostess curiously before she looks at me with a raised brow. “First course?”
I can’t hide my grin. “I know the chef well and arranged for his best menu.”
“You know the chef?” She crosses her arms over her chest and pins me with narrow eyes. She’s doing her best to act suspicious, but I can see the smile she’s fighting. It’s adorable and makes me want to kiss her senseless.
“Yes. In fact, you’ve met him, too. Remember my friend Ross?” I pick up my glass of wine and take a sip.
She pauses and looks at me while she runs through that night in her head. “The one whose wife never comes out with you guys?”
“That’s the one. He’s the chef here and makes the best food. Trust me. You’ll love the meal he’s prepared for us.”
“I’m sure it will be delicious.” She picks up her glass and takes a drink. She moans and slumps in her seat. “This is good.” She sets the glass down and rests her elbows on the table. “But you know, I’d been just as happy cooking for us at home. You didn’t have to take me out.”
I reach for her hand and pull it to my lips. “I know. But I told you I want to take you out for a change.”
“I know, but I love to cook.” She smiles. “And I love that you enjoy my food.”
“Are we going to have this conversation every time I want to take you out?”
“Probably,” she laughs.
“Well get over it.” I run my fingers up her arm until she squirms in her seat. “I know you love to cook for me. And I love that you love to do it, too. But you also deserve to be pampered and spoiled. Please, let me do this for you. Besides, Ross’s food really is damn good.”
With each course that’s served, Camille expressed more and more pleasure in the meal. It was bad enough when she moaned with her first bite of Ross’s famous fish cakes with red pepper aioli, but when she wrapped her lips around a bite of the truffle pasta and groaned, my cock stood at attention. I should have taken her out to dinner weeks ago.
She takes one last bite of her pasta and tosses her fork on her plate. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe I ate every bite. I’m so stuffed, but I couldn’t stop myself.”
She giggles, and I smile. Everything about this woman is adorable and sexy and drives me insane with need.
“I hope you saved room for dessert. Ross’s chocolate torte should not be missed.”
Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops. “You can’t be serious. I don’t think I can fit another bite in my stomach.”
“I’m dead serious,” I deadpan.
I try to hold my expression serious, but the look on her face makes me laugh. “We’ll take it to go.”
She smiles. “To go would be great.”
“Maybe we can eat it as a late-night snack.” The words come out gravelly and laced with all the desire building up inside me.
She meets my stare. From the heated look in her eyes, she understands my meaning.
