“You’re so fucking wet, my dirty Princess,” I said, keeping the light pace of rubbing her clit. “My my, look how responsive you are.”
Her teeth pressed on her bottom lip, her thighs trembling with my gentle onslaught. “Please…”
God, she was just fucking perfect.
“I wish I could fuck you on this table right now,” I said, surprising both of us. I pulled back my hand just as the chef came with the main dish.
I cleared my throat, licking my fingers clean, humming at her sweet taste. “Oh, was the sauce to your liking?” The chef asked.
I flashed him a smile and smacked my lips. “It was perfect.”
Chelsea reached for a glass of water, making me smirk at how red her cheeks had turned. I wished I could tease her more.
The chef picked up the cloche to reveal braised short ribs. “This is galbi jjim. Premium beef ribs slow-cooked with soy sauce, garlic, ginger, and a touch of honey, garnished with chestnuts, dates, and mushrooms.” He served us the food and I couldn’t help but steal glances at her when she looked surprised and tried the food as how the chef told us.
The meat was tender, aromatic and full of flavor.
“Wow, it melted in my mouth,” she beamed, shooting heart-eyes at the chef who thanked her, and I had the urge to push him out of the room.
We finished the main dish with white kimchi. Since it was a Korean fine dining restaurant, each meal ended with a soup and rice. Chelsea devoured it, and I was glad to see her enjoy her food and almost lick her plate clean.
No wonder it didn’t work out with Liza. She only ever wanted to eat at one restaurant and do the same boring things. Whereas Chelsea had asked me about the cabbage used for kimchi and why dasik (tea cookies) were served with herbal tea.
“We are so glad you enjoyed the food,” the chef said as we were leaving.
“It was delicious!” Chelsea grinned, and I hid my fist in my pocket, not enjoying the burning I was feeling in my stomach.Why didn’t she grin at me like that?I was the one who brought her there. She was going commando and enjoying the delicious food because ofme. “I will surely come back!”
“Sean, bring her again,” the chef said to me, patting my shoulder. “Miss Tae would be delighted that you brought a date after?—”
“Thank you for the food,” I interrupted him and held Chelsea’s arm, dragging her away. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t we have to pay?”
I looked at her, baffled. “Why are you worried about that?”
She blinked. “It must have been expensive, so I want to split?—”
My laugh startled her as the valet brought my car. She was adorable and naïve. “Princess, as long as I own you, you don’t have to worry about money.” I squeezed her hand. “Let Daddy spoil you.”
I opened the door for her and enjoyed the sight of her flushed cheeks. Once I was seated in the car, she asked me, “I have a question.”
I raised my brow, waiting for her to continue.
“Who’s Miss Tae?”
That was her question?I thought she’d ask me what I was going to do to her or if she can rub one out in the passenger seat.
“The chef was talking about my mom,” I replied to her, almost pouting. “My family owns that restaurant.” And the many hotels and restaurants all over the world.
“Oh…” Silence fell in the car and I found her glazed eyes on me. Her expression was different. It was heated and full of lust. “I’m…”
“What Princess?”
“I think I’m horny,” she replied, flush on her cheeks, making her look as if she was drunk. But I hadn’t let her drink anything.
“You think?” I slid my hand over her thigh and squeezed the softness of her plush skin. “You don’t need to think when you’re with me, silly Princess.”
I smirked. “Let Daddy take care of you.”
