“All right, Mr. Dark Eyes, I’ll stay for dinner. We can talk more over our meals.”
“Mr. Dark Eyes?” He chuckled again.
I blushed. “It’s my pet name for you.”
“Well, Miss Davenport. I have a better idea. Why don’t we both skip dinner and head to the suite I have for the evening?”
“You mean skip dinner and go directly to dessert?”
“Something like that. I reserved the Presidential Suite.”
“That’s mighty presumptuous of you to assume I’d go to a room with you tonight.”
“I prefer to consider it a well-thought out gamble.”
“The suite is a sweet touch, though.”
“I thought so.”
He stood up and offered me his hand. This was what I wanted, and yet I hesitated. He was handsome. Rich. Intelligent. An excellent lover. And regardless of how many times I had turned him down, he stayed relentless. I liked tenacity in a man, but only now realized it.
I took his hand and let him guide me to the elevator. Trace, who had been sitting at another table out of sight, joined us.
“Does the Presidential suite have a tub?”
“It does. A very nice one. Deep.” Dirk offered me a smile and a squeeze of my hand.
“Room for two?”
“Definitely.”
“I feel like a bubble bath tonight.”
“I can arrange that.”
We glided into the elevator, and I barely even noticed which button he pushed. All I knew. All I cared about was that I was going to be alone with Dirk Baxter.
Chapter38
Dessert
I sankinto the hot water in the deep tub with a layer of bubbles on its surface. Soft music played on a speaker system within the suite and enhanced the sound of water moving with my body. The water felt comforting on my skin. I waited for Dirk to join me as I laid my head on a soft towel at the edge of the tub.
Dirk entered the bathroom a minute later with two wine glasses in hand, each half-filled with more of the fruity merlot. He still wore his blue suit pants and a white shirt, although he had removed the tie. His hair was tousled from the kissing we had done when we entered the suite and he had at least one smudge of red lipstick on his neck.
I took the glass from him and sipped some before setting it down on the ledge at the back of the tub. He had arranged six red candles around the tub and each of them was lit. Rose petals also were mixed in with the bath water. For a first date, he had gone all out.
“Take your shirt off.” My request came out more command than request.
He turned his attention to me and his expression showed he would challenge me. Deny me a quick strip tease. He took a sip of his wine and placed it on the ledge opposite me.
He started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Slower. I want a show. I want to see you strip.”
A song with a nice dance beat began playing. He undid his buttons much slower and moved his hips to the music. The way he swayed made me want to pull him into the tub. He would be fun to dance with.
When he finished with the buttons, he parted his shirt and gave me a quick show of his abs and pecs. His muscles rippled and made me want to run my hands over every inch of him.
