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place?” she asked quickly, her fingers clutching at the edges of her coat, knowing what was inside, or more specifically, what wasn’t. Looking at him desperately, she asked, “Wouldn’t that be more comfortable?”
He chuckled softly before saying, “In some ways, yes. But I want to show you off and you’re going to enjoy tonight. I can see you’re wearing the dress. Come along and I promise you’ll love dinner,” he coaxed and held out his hand to her.
Lana took it tentatively, wishing she could be more blasé about the situation. But she couldn’t. Everything about her was telling her to run in the opposite direction. She was about to walk into a public place dressed like a trollop. An expensively dressed trollop though. Stepping out onto the sidewalk was difficult but Victor’s hand, warmly encasing her cold, trembling one, gave her courage. Looking up into his eyes, she could see that he understood her feelings and wanted to hug him, then dive back into the limousine.
Instead of letting her fears get the best of her, he tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and smiled down at her. “You look lovely,” he said as he walked her into the restaurant. “I like what you’ve done with your hair.
Lana couldn’t believe her legs had carried her this far. Why wasn’t she running back to the car, hiding out and shaking her head at his ridiculous assertion that she should walk with him inside a restaurant, a public place, dressed with more uncovered than covered?
Looking up at the strong, handsome profile, she knew it was because of Victor. He was pushing her, letting her experience new things and she wanted desperately to show him that she wasn’t the cowering woman he’d met in what seemed like another life now.
“Be brave,” he whispered in her ear when she initially refused to relinquish the coat. Finally, she let go and he was able to hand it off to the hostess who was standing surreptitiously behind Victor.
She turned around, her shoulders tense and looked up at him. “I thought we’d be alone,” she whispered somberly, a catch in her voice that told him more than words how she was feeling.
He looked at her worried expression and smiled. “First of all, pretend like you wear this kind of dress all the time. Relax your shoulders and be proud, knowing that you have a better figure than just about every other woman in there. Show it off.”
Looking into his dark eyes, she saw the admiration, and more importantly, the respect and sexual longing, in his eyes and it gave her courage. Taking a deep breath, she forced her shoulders down and smiled nervously up at him.
“Good girl,” he chuckled. “Secondly, think about how you’re turning me on. I’ll be looking at you during dinner, knowing exactly what you’re wearing underneath that dress. Or more specifically, what you’re not wearing,” he said silkily, his hand gliding up her arm and causing goose bumps to form on her sensitive skin. “And I won’t be able to do anything about it until I get you back to my place. Enjoy the power you have over me. Feel it as we eat dinner and know that you completely control the night.”
As he spoke, he moved closer to her, whispering in her ear, his lips so close, they brushed against the delicate shell of her ear occasionally, sending sparks of desire through her body. His words evoked a latent femininity that she hadn’t even known existed and she realized that she wanted to turn to him, put her lips against his and taste him, see if he felt as good as he smelled.
“That’s my girl,” he said softly, his eyes locked to hers and he could see the brilliance in her eyes, the feminine knowledge and he almost regretted showing her this side of herself. Just seeing her face, her increasing sexual awareness was making him hard and he knew it was going to be a long night. But also a very rewarding one.
The maître showed them to their table and Lana, who had thought she’d be painfully self-conscious, didn’t even notice the other diners in the restaurant. She moved with thoughtless grace, the different underwear and luxurious silk caressing her in ways that she had previously never considered possible. As she walked to the table in front of Victor, she could feel his eyes on her back, remembering how low the dress dipped, and he was right. She felt