Tearing my eyes away, I give the woman a small smile. "Thank you so much," I say, picking up my glass of water and taking a small sip.
Alexander's eyes tighten as I place the glass back down, nailing themselves on the lipstick print left behind. I stay silent as his eyes fall to my lace clad breast, and he visibly tightens even further. Shy, I glance down, seeing the hint of my puffy nipples erect and straining against the lace.
"You're welcome.You look…"Alexander pauses, gaze licking from my cleavage to my face. "Ravishing…" he trails off, reaching for his water.
His throat bobs as he swallows, drawing my gaze to the smooth expanse of skin over the collar of his button up dress shirt. His lips twitch, looking like he's holding back a smile. I feel my ears burn, I turn red, and my gaze flickers from his as he tilts his head with a curious, yetknowinglook on his face.
I flush even deeper.
"You're very shy," Alexander states. It's not worded as a question.
I put my gaze to the stage where the band and the singer are crooning softly, providing much to the already romantic atmosphere. But when he talks, it makes my blood rush in my veins.
"Eyes on me, Bella." His use of my middle name makes my heart skip a beat. It's intimate, familiar in a way you wouldn't expect. Despite his coaxing, I can't look at him. I can't. "You cando it." He quietly encourages me to look at him. "I know how I look; a lot of people find it hard to meet my eyes, but I don't wantyouto feel that way."
I settle my gaze back on him, arching my eyebrow in shock. I lick my lips, leaning forward as Alexander leans closer as well, indulging him with a generous view of my breasts. "You don't intimidate me," I whisper, holding my hair back with one slender arm as I somehow inch even closer, feeling my breasts smoosh even harder into the table. Alexander swallows hard, noticing. I nibble my lip, feeling rather vulnerable. "Not in that way, anyways."
"No?" Alexander tilts his head. I stiffen as his eyes flicker to the pulse in my neck before returning to my eyes, pausing so long the silence becomes almost intolerable. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and his eyes become even icier somehow, yet I'm on fire for him. "So, in what waydo Iintimidate you?" His brow arches as he waits for me, expectantly.
His words cause my pussy to twitch, forcing me to press my legs together as my clit begins an uncomfortable pulsating. I lick my lips as I struggle to take in the next breath of air. I'm stuck, can’t speak.
He grins slowly. "Professionally?" His voice is calm, steady.
I shake my head no, blinking in reply.
"Sexually?"His voice comes out a bit deeper than normal, and his eyes firmly land on my lips as my chest shudders with the next breath.
Images of him on top of me, straining as he pounds into me, fill my head, and it's all I can do to keep my eyes on his. I fail, lowering my eyes to my plate. Despite my bravado, this man issointimidating.
I sit back when the server suddenly comes back with our wine. Again, he holds my gaze as the server takes her time pouring us both a glass. Unfazed by our interruption, he refuses to lookaway from me, waiting for my answer. With wide eyes, I give him a minuscule nod, seeing his jaw tick again.
"Are you two ready to order?" The server who'd been standing patiently asks quietly. But Alexander is refusing to look away from me, and I feel myself literally melting into the seat under me.
"Yes," I say slowly, keeping my gaze on Alexander's for two seconds too long before turning to the server."Mr. Richardsonhere-" Alexander chuckles, shaking his head lightly. His eyes flash teasingly at me, but he doesn't say anything, letting me have my fun. I keep talking despite his laughing. "—will have the spaghetti, extra meat sauce, accompanied with a side salad and the house dressing. And please bring him a glass of scotch." I throw him a cheeky smile that has him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. However, he continues to stare at me as I keep going, giving the server my order now. "I'llhave your half plate of salmon alfredo—"
Alexander interrupts me, letting me know fun-time is over."Full.She'll have the full plate."
I turn my head to face him and narrow my eyes.
"Well, if we're going to do this, then we're going to do it the right way. Wouldn't you say, beautiful?" His term of endearment barely has time to sink in before he reaches forward and grabs my wineglass, turning the lipstick mark to face him. He sips deeply from my glass before putting it back down in front of me, ignoring my shocked look. Seems we're full of surprises tonight. "She'll have a full plate of the salmon alfredo, blacken the salmon, and give her a side of pimento stuffed olives please. As well as your house special cocktail with an extra shot of alcohol. And if you could bring us an extra plate to share, we'd be most appreciative." And as if to drive the point home, I feel his calf suddenly press into mine.
My eyes widen as the feel of him sinks in.
"Will that be all?" the server inquires.
"No, it's this beautiful woman's birthday today. May we please have a piece of chocolate cake to share? As well as one packed up to go, please?"
I cock my head and arch an eyebrow, slowly raising my foot up his leg teasingly. I jerk slightly in surprise when I feel him grasp my ankle, digging his fingers in just as the server confirms our order and leaves.
"You love playing with me, don't you?" he asks boldly. His fingers begin to rub firm circles into the delicate bone of my ankle, causing me to shudder at the contact.
"Maybe a little," I say to him with a teasing smile. "It's just so fun to watch you squirm."
"Hm…" he replies simply.
The sound hangs in the air between us, and my fingers rise to nervously caress the necklace he gifted me. We stare each other down for a moment while he rubs my calf and ankle, and I rub my diamond. The sexual tension between us is so thick it could be cut with a knife. He looks at me with a hungry expression.
"Sarah, will you dance with me tonight for your birthday?" He tightens his fingers on me, ignoring my squirming.
