She nods and then tilts her head to one side. “Do you think everyone blew me off because you were coming here to cook for me?”
Smiling, I swallow my mouthful of food. “Yeah, although Lottie got your parents in on it. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how much they knew, and I don’t fancy getting in my future parents-in-law’s bad books.”
Violet coughs and then reaches for her wine, taking a huge sip.
“Are you okay?”
She clears her throat. “Yeah, fine.”
“Calm down. I was only half joking.” Because even if her parents were mad at me, it wouldn’t stop me from going after my woman.
“Oh, that reminds me.”
I reach out under my chair, pull out a small bag, and slide it across the table.
“What's this?”
I nudge my chin towards it. “Open it and find out.”
She sets down her spoon and fork, wiping her hands together before untying the bag and dipping inside. She pulls out the small gift card first.
Her lips curve into a smile as she reads it out loud.
“For my sweet and sassy Tinker Bell. All my love, Nathan.”
I wink when she glances at me before pulling out the jewellery box.
Her chest rises and falls, her fingers trembling as she flips the lid.
“Oh my God, Nathan.” She fingers the necklace, her pupils dilated. “It’s beautiful.”
It's a sterling silver chain with an open, tilted heart paved in round white diamonds. Sitting inside the heart is a yellow gold Tinker Bell.
I move to my feet and remove the necklace from the box. “May I?”
She nods, getting her hair out of the way as I fasten the clasp and then kiss her throat.
Violet reaches down to finger the pendant. “It’s gorgeous, Nathan. It must have cost a fortune.”
I neither confirm nor deny. It was just shy of four hundred pounds, and if she finds out, she’ll likely try and make me return it, which is not an option.
“So you like it?”
Grabbing my wrist, she tugs it until I lower my face towards hers.
“No, I love it,” she whispers across my lips before I give her a chaste kiss and then return to my seat.
“Good, you deserve it. Now eat.”
Her cheeks flush. “You’re bossy. You know that, right?”
I nod. “You love it.”
She swallows hard, her nostrils flaring ever so slightly doing as she is told.
Clearing my throat, I do the same, fidgeting slightly in my seat to adjust my hard-on.
Every time she takes a bite, it teases my senses, begging me to take her into her bedroom and devour her like I desperately crave.
