I arrive at Nell’s apartment just before seven.
I set this date to get word around that I was dating someone, so when I showed us in Hawaii, my family would not think twice about it. When I got the invoice for her shopping spree, I was shocked that she did not spend more. Most women would have, but then again, after only spending thirty minutes with Nell, I could already tell she is not like most women.
I knock on the door, smiling when I hear a crashing sound and her swearing behind the door. It is fucking endearing how clumsy she is.
Women usually fall at my feet, but not Nell. Yet I know that she probably will at some point, just not for sex or money reasons. When I offered Nell this deal, I expected her to ask for money in return, but I saw in her eyes that the idea excited her, yet I felt some apprehension.
It pleased me that she did not and was just happy to help me out, just like I did her.
The door swings open, and I have to fight back a groan seeing her standing there looking like any man’s wet dream.
She is dressed in a black lace dress with a straight neckline and thin straps. The fabric stops at mid-calf and appears artfully gathered and secured at her hip, giving her both an elegant and sexy look.
Her shoes have my cock twitching. Images of them pressed into my ass as I fuck her pop into my head.
“Romeo?” She says my name on a whisper.
Looking at her face, I find her biting her lip, which are painted red. Her makeup holds a darker look, and her hair is pulled back into a mass of curls, some tendrils framing her face.
“Fuck. You look beautiful, Nell,” I praise her. “Stunning.” My voice lowers.
“T-thank you. You look good, too. Better than good. I mean, I bet that you always look good in suits that probably cost more than my apartment, not that I cannot afford my apartment, because I can,” she rambles adoringly.
“Nell.” My voice is stern, to calm her.
“Yes?” Her breathy tone sends a wave of desire through my crotch, making me want to say, ‘Fuck going out; let’s have our own private party,’but instead, I lean in needing to touch her, to be close to her.
“Breathe, babe,” I whisper.
I kiss her cheek, and her scent invades me, taking over any rational thought. My lips linger, keeping my hand on her hip, the connection shocking my system.
“Romeo.” My name on her lips has me pulling back to look into her eyes, hoping to fuck, she is feeling what I am feeling.
With lust in her pretty eyes, I smirk, liking what I am seeing, but I know that tonight we have an agenda that needs to be fulfilled.
“Shall we go?” My voice comes out deep, filled with the tone I will use when I fuck her.
It will happen, I can feel a connection between us. Hell, I have felt a spark since I touched her outside the coffee shop she owns.
Nell has been in my dreams day and night, disrupting my business dealings, making me a laughingstock with Asher, who thinks this is a fucked-up thing to do, given my family’s reputation.
My parents will adore her; they are both very kind and caring. They may be linked to the De Massy Mafia, but they do not act like it. Some of my family is hard, and set in their ways, and deal in dark shit that I hate to be involved in, but have had no choice at times.
Nell nods, collecting her little black purse and coat. Then I take her hand, leading her out of her apartment. Locking the door behind her, we walk to my car, and I am hyper aware of her next to me. Her hand feels good in mine. I have never been one to hold hands; I am thirty-eight, and never had a steady girlfriend long enough to hold hands.
We arrive at the restaurant, and I help Nell out of the car, my hand sliding to the small of her back while we walk inside. She shivers from my touch, and my lips twitch knowing that I have that effect on her.
“Mr. De Massy, your table is ready for you, sir,” the hostess says, smiling at us both.
I notice Nell glancing around—this place is extravagant and clearly meant for wealthy people. I’m certain word will reach my mother that I was seen here with someone so stunning.
I pull out the chair for Nell, who offers me a sweet smile.
“This place is so fancy,” she says, leaning forward. “Can I say that?” Her gaze flits round the room, taking it all in.
“You can say whatever the fuck you want, Nell.” I chuckle. “The wealthy sure know how to show off.”
“Says the billionaire who brought me here,” she smarts off, and honestly, I enjoy it.
