that. “Forget it.” I downed my drink. “It was nice meeting you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.” I went to leave the booth when his hold tightened on my hand.
“Go on a date with me.”
(Matteo)
“Excuse me?” Her perfect dark brows narrowed in the center.
“Please.” I had to force myself not to snap at her. Her constant questioning of me was starting to piss me off.
“Why would you want to go on a date with me?”
“I’ll forget you asked that,” I growled, a little more harshly than I would have liked. “One date.”
Her eyes had widened but I noticed something else. Something hidden behind the depths of her stare. But I couldn’t quite place what it was.
“One date,” I said, gently this time.
“I’m not trying to be rude but I need to know why.” Her firm voice slid over me, heating my skin.
“Like I said before, something about you intrigues me, Marketa,” I purred.
Her pupils dilated, her pink tongue sweeping along her bottom lip. “One date,” she whispered.
I pulled a business card out of my pocket and wrote down my cell number before slipping it into her hands. “One date.”
She let out a small sigh and grabbed a napkin. “I’ve never been on a date before.”
Well didn’t that make me feel all sorts of special but I still had to ask. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-three.”
“And you’ve never been on a date?” I needed to hear her say it.
“No.” Her cheeks reddened and a glaze passed over her eyes while she no doubt remembered something. She stared straight ahead, looking at me but not seeing me.
“Mae.” I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
She jumped, blinking a couple of times. “I’ve never been on a date before,” she repeated, sliding the napkin across the table.
Well that was odd. “We’ll work on that,” I mumbled, wondering what had just happened.
She nodded once and left the booth, slipping my card into her pocket.
We’ll work on everything together, beautiful girl. Why I started using these terms of endearments on her was beyond me. I never used them. On anyone. I didn’t care what a pet’s name was. But Mae. I wanted to find out everything. What made her tick. What made her moan. What made her…her. I programmed her number in my cell and sent her a text.
Me: Thank you.
Mae: Who is this?
Me: Matteo. Program this number in your phone.
Mae: Yes, Sir.
God, I loved it when she called me Sir.
Me: Always so accommodating, sweet girl?
A little flirting through text wouldn’t hurt. Since I found I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, I didn’t want to overstep my bounds before she trusted me.
Mae: With you, yes.
Holy. Shit. I rather enjoyed her honesty. Her feelings slipped off her tongue like honey.
Me: Well we will have to test that theory, now won’t we, Mae?
Mae: If it pleases you.
The hairs on the back of my neck tingled, my dick lengthening in my pants at her words. I peered around the vast room of the diner but she was nowhere in sight. She wanted to play? Well I was fucking game.
Me: Oh it pleases me. And eventually I will teach you what else pleases me as well.
Mae: I would like that, Sir.
This woman was messing with me. But damn if she wasn’t good. And she didn’t know it which made me want her that much more.
Before I got an erection, I paid my bill, left the diner and headed home to my loft. Owning the top floor of an old apartment building, I had it reconstructed into one big open-spaced apartment. Like a penthouse suite.
When I got to the brown bricked building, I greeted Mike, the security guard and made my way to the elevator. Unbuttoning the top three buttons of my shirt, I loosened my tie.
Leaning my head from side to side, the tendons in my neck cracked. A shiver of pain rippled down my spine much like the soft caress of a whip. And when it struck, the nerve endings exploded with delight.
The elevator doors dinged open and I trudged into the small area, all while images of a pale dark haired beauty slid into my mind. All I could picture was her naked form bent over in front of me. Her plump ass pressed back against me. My dick deep inside of her pussy. And my hands reigning blows on her rear. I could almost see her skin reddening under my touch. My palms tingled, itching with the need to cause her the beautiful pain