Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,50
the hotel. Heads turn as we walk in, and a host leads us to our table. Fuck, it takes everything I have not to sniff her hair, she smells so damn incredible.
It takes everything I have not to haul her to the elevator, up to the room, rip that dress off, and fuck ten orgasms out of her.
They seat us back in the corner, very private as I specified, with candles and everything. As soon as we’re at the table, I scoot the host out of the way and pull Mary’s chair out for her, then walk around and take a seat. He needs to fuck off. She’s mine now, for the rest of the evening. I already ordered everything. They need to just bring things out and leave.
Two glasses of water are already set out on the table, because Mary doesn’t drink alcohol, and whatever Mary wants, she gets. It’s difficult to even speak every time I look at her. Her shoulder-length brown hair is curled and bounces off her neck in long waves. Her warm, brown eyes stare back at me, and there’s a sparkle in them. She’s happy.
You’ve made her happy.
Fuck, if I wouldn’t give anything to make her look at me the way she is now for the rest of our lives. I don’t give a shit how soon it is, I wasn’t truly me until she came along. She makes me better. She gives me purpose.
“This looks amazing.” She cranes her head around.
My eyes stay locked on her. “Yeah, you do.”
“Okay, that was kind of cheesy, Lawrence.”
I reach over for her hand. She lets me take it.
I smile and shake my head. “Don’t care. I want to be cheesy nonstop when you’re with me.”
She looks away and her cheeks tinge with pink.
The waiter brings out some appetizers. I give him a quick little stare and he drops them off and hurries away.
Good boy.
Mary takes a sip of water then sets it down. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
Mary looks down at her dress, then around the room. “For all of this.”
“No need to thank me for giving you what you deserve. This is just a start.” I give her hand a little squeeze.
“Rick?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something? And you promise to not get mad?” She leans back a little and lets go of my hand.
“You could never make me mad.”
“Yes, I could. And that would be normal. Nobody gets along nonstop, every single day.”
I grin at how pragmatic she wants to be, when I’m trying to fulfill her fantasies. She’s so—real. “Ask your question. I’ll try not to tip the table over.”
She laughs. “Okay, why me?”
“I need you to be more specific.”
“You know what I’m asking. Why do you want to be with me? Why did you do all this for me? Why have you been so fixated on me? It’s confusing.”
“I feel like we’ve been over this before.”
“Well, I’m still a woman, and I need reassurances.”
I smirk. “Well, I’ll reassure you every day if you want. If that’s what you need. And honestly, I don’t always know. I don’t know why you. I have guesses.”
“You don’t know?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t know why. It’s not some piece of data or information in my brain that says, you should fall for this woman. I just feel it.” I gulp because my words get caught a little. “I feel it, always. I don’t know if it’s spiritual, biological, whatever, but I feel it. The world is different when I see you, when I’m near you. It always has been, from the first time I saw you at the office. So, I don’t know why, I just know.”
She looks at me for a long time. “Can I ask one more question?”
I smile. I love everything about her. “Yes.”
“It’s another tough one, but you did so well on the last one, I have hope.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Her smile fades a little. “Will you please be honest—brutally honest if you need to be? It’s really important to me and I need to know these things.”
“I promise.” I mean it too. I might end up cockblocking myself by being brutally honest, but there are more important things in this world than getting laid. Even if I want to be with her more than anything.
“Do you believe in God? You volunteer at the church and all that stuff, and I think you read all those books around the office, but is all that just an act, for me?”
I swallow. I should’ve seen