“Perfect. What should I wear? What’s the dress code?”
“Little one, you could come on a date with me wearing your sweatpants and a crop top, and you’d still steal all the attention. But, if you are in the mood, you should dress up to your heart’s content. The place I’ve booked is lavish.”
“You already booked us a table?” she smirks, squinting at me.
Instead of answering her, I wink, making her smile wider.
***
We arrive at the restaurant a few minutes before five. They’ve kept the parking area in front of the building open for me, and I pull into the bay, then climb out and open Georgie’s door for her.
She steps out, and again my heart is struck by how incredible she looks.
She dressed up. She went all out. Her hair is curled and pinned up loosely on her head, a messy, gorgeous bun with ringlets escaping, framing her face. She has barely any makeup on, except for her lashes being brushed pitch-black, making them look twice as long and thick, highlighting the beauty of her honey-gold eyes. And the dress. The dress is a problem becausemy cock is on high alert and refusing to calm down. I can’t tear my eyes off her.
A tightly-fitted blue dress, hugging her curves from top to toe, looks like it’s painted on. When she moves, I have the pleasure of admiring every inch of her.
Then, to top it off, there is a long slit all the way up the front of her left leg, allowing for free movement in the tight design. It runs up her leg and over her hip, teasing me with what I can, and what I can’t see.
She looks magnificent, and I haven’t missed a chance to tell her so.
“Fuck, Georgie, I can’t take my eyes off you,” I growl against her ear as I pull her to my side.
She giggles, shy and demure, making her allure even more enticing.
We walk up the stairs, and I lead her to the elevators that will take us to the top floor.
This is my building, and the chef at this restaurant is one of the best in the world. People fly to Phoenix just to experience his culinary delicacies, and the place is always booked for months in advance.
Not for me, though. They will always have a table available when I call, even at the last-minute notice.
The elevator keeps going higher, and Georgie takes a nervous, unconscious step closer to me.
“You don’t like heights?” I mutter, worried, because the entire restaurant is surrounded by incredibly high views.
“It’s not the heights, it’s the feeling of being trapped in this little box. It…um…it reminds me of being taken. When they threw me in the trunk of their car.”
Anger surges inside me, and I wrap my arm protectively around her.
“I’m so sorry, little one. That will never happen to you again. You’re with me, and I will always keep you safe.”
The doors slide open, and she breathes a sigh of relief.
The views always take my breath away. But this time I’m not looking towards the windows; I’m looking at her, enjoying her reaction.
Her eyes are wider than ever, her lips parted in awe as she walks ahead of me, but doesn’t let go of my hand, so she ends up pulling me towards the windows.
“I’ve never seen the city like this before,” she exclaims excitedly. “I’ve never seen it looking so gorgeous.”
“And we got lucky. It’s one of those orange, pink and purple sunsets. The next hour or so, the sky is going to keep changing and getting better,” I say, standing next to her, pulling her back against my chest as we watch the city far below us.
“Thank you so much for bringing me here,” she whispers, still in awe.
“Mr. And Mrs. Ilyin.” The manager arrives at our side. “I have the best table reserved for you. We were so happy to hear you were coming for dinner this evening.”
“Thank you, Richard. We appreciate you accommodating us,” I smile, savoring the look of surprise on her face after being addressed as my wife. “My wife hasn’t been here before, and I was just telling her that you have the best chef.”
“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” she grins, letting me lead her to our table, following behind the manager.
