Page 88 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

“And I appreciate that. I do.”

“Are you looking forward to it? What we’ll do tonight.”

“More than you can imagine.”

“Why?”

“Why?” I laugh. “Seriously? You’re beautiful, smart, and even though you have less than one week of sexual experience, you’re wild, Ivy. I can tell. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling a little possessive of you at this point. I got you first and I’d like to think you’re mine because of it.”

“Yours?” She squints her eyes at me.

“Mine.”

“Hmm.” And then she notices the food on the table. Sea bass with toasted barley. “This looks delicious.”

“You look delicious,” I say. “If I didn’t think you’d need your strength tonight I’d make us skip dinner. But you will.”

This makes her take a deep breath. “Tell me what you’re going to do.”

“No.” And I smile when I say it. “It’s not fun if you know what’s coming.”

She takes a bit of her food and then sips some wine. Clearly she has something more to say about that comment, but she’s not sure how to say it. “You want me to feel afraid.” It’s not a question.

“No, not exactly. I want to feel you struggle and I want it to be as real as we can possibly make it. Because what I really want is that moment when you give in.” Fuck. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. “When you realize you want me. When you realize that it feels good. When you realize,” I say, lowering my voice and leaning closer to her, “that you’re going to come and you don’t want to. You don’t want to admit that you like it, but you can’t stop it from happening. No matter what I do to you tonight, you’re going to love it. You’re going to feel good. And you’re going to wish it would never end.”

“I think you have a lot of confidence for a man who knows almost nothing about me. I could stay stop instead.”

I lean back in my chair and nod. “You could. But I don’t think you will.”

“Why not?”

“Because you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t turned on by the thought of my fantasy, Ivy. Because my fantasy is now your fantasy. I’m sure you have never thought about a fantasy like this before I made my offer. But I’m equally sure that you can’t stop thinking about it now.”

“I might still say stop, Nolan.”

“Understood.”

She picks at her food for a few minutes, silent, just enjoying the taste and the atmosphere. I force myself to eat as well, but only because I know I’ll need it just as much as she will. And when the server comes asking about dessert, we both smile and stare at each other across the table.

Because she’s in.

Deep.

“We’ve already got plans for dessert,” I say. “The check is fine.”

“You never said where we were going,” Ivy says once we on the highway heading south.

“No, I never did.”

“Is… is the fantasy starting now?” She sounds nervous.

“Have you said no to my advances yet?” I ask, taking my eyes off the road for a second before returning them to the lines of the highway.

“No.”

“Then it hasn’t started. This is still the date, Ivy. So relax. Enjoy it. Do you like my car?”

“Um.” Ivy takes a look around her, like she’s just now noticing things. “You have a thing for fast cars.”