Sullivan glances at me, his lips quirking as I grip onto my seat with white knuckles. He pulls on a lever and reduces the speed. The city skyline begins to form back into shapes instead of just a blur.
“My father prefers the slower ones… yachts,” he replies, his eyes pinching a fraction. “I don’t have time to float and take in the scenery.”
“I’ve noticed. The only time you sit still is when you’re playing the piano.”
I curl my hand around his bicep when he doesn’t say anything and lean my head against his arm.
“This is lovely. I’ve had a great evening. Thank you.”
“It’s not over yet,” he says, kissing my hair.
“A new outfit that I feel incredible in, and dinner in aprivate dining room at a restaurant I know has a six-month long waiting list. What else do I need?”
“You’ll see,” he replies, steering the boat over the moonlit water.
I run my hand over the diamond choker. The weight of it has pressed against my skin all evening. But it’s not been unpleasant. In fact, the choker has served as a wonderful reminder of how Sullivan must trust me in order to allow me to borrow such an exquisite piece.
He flicks his eyes in my direction. “I’ve insured it for you. I’ll get a safe installed at your place. But until then you can keep it in one of mine when you aren’t wearing it.”
“What? I thought you’d borrowed it from the store?”
A small curl of his lips is the only sign that he heard what I said.
His profile is dark and determined as he keeps his eyes fixed ahead on wherever he’s taking us. His suit is as black as his hair today. The cut as sharp as his jaw.
He’s devastatingly handsome. And only growing more so the longer I look at him. The more I get to know him, and who he really is beneath his CEO persona.
“Sullivan?” I press. “I can’t keep it. I?—”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s… it’s expensive. They’rediamonds,” I splutter.
“Would you have preferred rubies?” His head snaps in my direction, a serious, questioning expression on it.
I scoff. “Oh my God, you actually want me to keep it, don’t you?”
His eyes drop to my neck and his gaze heats like the sight of the diamonds sitting there pleases him.
“Iinsiston you keeping it.”
“I don’t own anything like this.” I stroke the jewels, the cool, smooth surface of the piece moving against my fingers asI swallow. “When will I ever wear it? When I’m making coffees?”
“If you want to.”
I snort at the ridiculousness of the idea. “Sullivan…”
“Tate,” he counters, dropping the boat into neutral so we slow down to a gentle bob. “You can wear it whenever you like. But if it makes you uncomfortable, then save it for when I take you out on dates.”
“Dates?” I bite my lower lip. “You mean I get more of this?”
“You get more of this.” He sucks his bottom lip, his gaze sliding down my body. “As long as I get all of you.”
“Do I get all of you too? All the secret parts no one else does?” I ask playfully.
His brows pinch and he focuses on the choker, reaching out to run his thumb over my skin above it.
“You could just wear it naked if you like. I could fuck you in every piece Beaufort Diamonds has ever made,” he murmurs.
