“We’re getting out of here,” he said and tossed several billed onto the table before grabbing her hand.
Eva barely had time to wipe her mouth and lay her napkin down on the chair before he was pulling her out of it. “Please don’t drag me behind you again,” she snapped, terrified of where he might be taking her now. “If dinner is over, then I can catch a cab to my place.”
He was having none of that and shook his head before she was even finished talking. “I’ll damn well see you home,” he snapped right back at her. “There’s no way I’m letting you leave here at this time of night alone, Eva.”
“Fine!” She wasn’t going to argue with him, but was relieved that he was at least taking her home. “Besides, I don’t understand why you’re so angry with me. It isn’t my fault so many people stopped by to talk to you. Maybe if you weren’t such a popular boy, our meal wouldn’t have been interrupted by all of your colleagues. Or wanna-be colleagues, I guess is more appropriate.” She said this under her breath though, not wanting him to think she was giving him a compliment based on his prowess as one of the top dogs in the city who had no peers.
“How do you reason that out?” he said as they stepped into the night air. It was a bit cooler than it had been when she’d walked in earlier in the evening and a chill had settled over the city. Spring was a bit unpredictable and she should have brought a sweater, knowing that it could be warm in the afternoon and cold at night.
She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm in the unexpected chill. “Because they weren’t my friends! Why are you mad at me?” She couldn’t even guess how he was going to blame her for their evening debacle.
He swore under his breath while he slipped his coat off his shoulders, tossing it around her. He stepped closer, barely able to hold his temper. “Because the people who were coming to my table weren’t trying to talk to me. They were trying to get a better glimpse of you in that dress!”
“Don’t be stupid,” she scoffed, trying to step back but, as usual, he held her close with his hands on her waist, his long, warm fingers eliminating any possibility of space.
His driver pulled up and Damon didn’t wait for him to come around to the back to open the door. He practically pushed Eva into the back seat, then slid in himself. “I’m not being stupid,” he countered. “I’m being damned realistic. You can’t show up in a dress like that and expect people to leave you alone!”
She pulled the edges of his coat closer around her and rolled her eyes even while she enjoyed the warmth left from his body and the masculine scent she refused to accept that she now enjoyed. “Damon, you’re not making any sense! I wore a boring dress the other night and you said I was playing a game. I wear a fitting dress tonight and you say that too many men are coming to our table. Figure out what you want and let me know!”
“Oh, I know what I want. I want you in my bed, naked and screaming out my name with all the pleasure I want to give you.”
She glanced at the driver and was relieved that the window was up between the back area and the driver so he couldn’t hear them. She shook her head and turned away, ignoring the heated images that popped into her head at the idea of being in Damon’s bed. “Don’t hold your breath.”
He was silent as he watched her, observing her profile while she tried to pretend he wasn’t sitting right next to her. “We both know it’s going to happen. So why wait for the inevitable and make ourselves miserable in the meantime?”
Her head swung back to him, angry that he wasn’t giving in and leaving her alone. “Because it isn’t inevitable. You might be the kind of man who jumps into bed with anyone, but I’m a bit more selective.”
Thankfully, her parents’ house was close to the restaurant so the limousine was pulling up outside their house relatively quickly. She jumped out of the car and turned around to say something, but he was right behind her and she almost fell into his arms. She jumped back and started