“Yep. Right now. Keep in mind the sooner we eat …”
Luke was taunting me. I knew it. He knew it. But it was fun. It was making me feel almost as good as his kisses did. “Drive-thru?”
With a shake of his head, Luke tried to steer the conversation back to a safer topic. “I was thinking steak?”
“I could do a steak,” I agreed, my stomach grumbling at the thought. “If you throw in a baked potato, it’s a deal.”
A wide smile stretched across Luke’s face. “I might be able to arrange that.”
“You’re so kind,” I cooed, batting my lashes in his direction.
“Play your cards right and I might even splurge for dessert,” Luke confirmed with a wink.
Not one to be outdone, I leaned over, keeping my voice low. “And here I was thinking I was your dessert.” Straightening up, I feigned innocence as Luke reached down and adjusted himself.
Dinner was a nightmare.
The food was delicious. The company was amazing. And the wine, perfect. But the sexual tension was enough to have me barely chewing my food and shoveling it in like I hadn’t eaten in a week. I looked like a pig. Instead of a plate, they should’ve just served me in a trough.
Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one.
We were too damn stubborn for our own good. We shouldn’t have bothered.
Our conversation was bullshit. We talked about the weather for fucks sake. When the waiter appeared with the menus and asked if we wanted dessert, I looked to Luke. When he asked for the check instead, I didn’t bother to hide the sigh of relief. Knowing he was on the same page made everything easier.
Politely Luke helped me back into my coat, keeping his hands to himself before leading me out the door and hailing a cab.
“That was …” I was trying to find the words.
“Torture?” Luke offered.
“Oh, my god. So bad. I thought it was just me.” I laughed.
“We talked about the rain. What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know. I didn't know what to say?”
“All I could think about was getting you home. I wanted to take you out for a nice dinner, enjoy some wine, and get to know you, but …”
“All you could think about was getting to know me horizontally?”
“So much.” He huffed.
“So, what you’re saying is, this is where I should play coy and ask if you want to come upstairs for coffee?” I taunted, earning me a snicker from the cab driver from the front seat.
“You wouldn’t,” Luke challenged.
Reaching across the seat, I walked my fingers up his thigh only to have my hand captured and held tight before I reached my destination.
“Don’t!”
“Don't what?” I asked, not sure what I’d done.
“Stop licking your lips, Charlotte. Unless you want to see,” he stretched his neck before turning back to pin me with his stare, “Rahul, our driver, gets to see what’s under that dress. Behave.”
Luke’s empty threats sent a shiver down my spine. Biting my tongue, it was the only way to stop myself from blurting out something stupid like ‘let him watch’ and begging Luke to put me out of my misery.
Before I had a chance to ask, my phone rang. I ignored it. I was focused on more important things. Much more important things. Much, much more important. It fell silent before starting again.
