That’s like waving a red flag to a bull. Stupid move.
Game on.
I take my robe off and throw it onto the kitchen counter and put my hands on my hips. “That’s a shame. I’m suddenly feeling all tingly, wet, and... in the mood.”
He narrows his eyes. “Don’t even.”
“I guess I can always…,”I push my finger into my mouth and suck seductively, “sort myself out.”
His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip.
“Actually, I think my vibrator is in my overnight bag.” I rub my hands down over my breasts and pull at my nipples until they harden. “Maybe I’ll ride that. Do you want me to send you a video of it?”
His eyes darken as he unzips his trousers and falls back onto the couch. “The only thing you have permission to ride is my cock.” He drags me over him and spreads my legs. “Get the fuck on it.”
I laugh out loud. “But you’ve got to go. You have a million meetings, Mr. Garcia. I couldn’t possibly hold you up.”
He impales me in one sharp movement, and I’m instantly silenced.
“April’s fool,” I mouth.
He grabs my hair and drags my face to his. “Shut up or I’m going to fuck that slutty little mouth.”
I lick his open lips, and his grip on my hair tightens. “Fill me up, big boy,” I whisper against his lips. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Sebastian takes my hand as we get out of the cab. I can hardly wipe the huge smile from my face.
I’m on a date. A real life bonafide date.
With a god.
He hasn’t asked me if I’ve resigned from the club, but I will. Without question, I will.
We walk into the restaurant.
“Hello, booking under the name of Garcia,” he says, I stand and hold his hand like the groupie I am.
I glance around, expecting everyone around us to be looking at him… and me for being with him.
Look how gorgeous he is, people.
I really am smitten. I spent my whole day smiling goofily and staring into space.
The waiter leads us through the restaurant to a table for two in the back.
It’s lit by candlelight, all moody and romantic. We take a seat, and the waiter pours us a water each.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
I open the menu. “What’s good?”
“The cocktails are amazing.”
“Okay.” I close my menu. “I’ll have a margarita.”
Sebastian glances up with a smile and closes his menu. “Make that two.”
The waiter leaves us alone to stare at each other.
“Garcia…” I frown. “Is that Italian?” He’s darker skinned, so I know his origin is from somewhere European.
“Spanish.”
“You’re Spanish?”
He chuckles. “My parents are, yes.”
“Which part?”
“Valencia.”
I grin. “You speak Spanish?”
He takes my hand over the table and kisses my fingertips.
“Lo hago, y eres la mujer de mierda más hermosa que he visto.”
“What did you just say?”
“That I do, and that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
My heart swells, and I rearrange my napkin on my lap. “Just when I think you can’t get any hotter.”
He chuckles, his hand rests on his temple. “What brought you to London from America?”
I shrug. I don’t want to talk about my divorce. It’s a stain that I don’t want to share. My marriage breakdown makes me feel like a failure.
“I had a bad breakup and wanted a fresh start.”
“Who in their right mind would let you go?”
He didn’t let me, he just slept with everyone else until I had no choice but to go.
I shrug, “Some things are just not meant to be.”
From my little search on Google, I know that Sebastian was once married too, but I don’t want to ask him about it until he offers the information.
“I was studying International Law and was offered this scholarship. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”
“Here you are, two margaritas.” The waiter puts down our drinks.
“Thank you.” I instantly pick mine up and take a sip. “Oh, yum. Good choice.”
Sebastian sips his drink and nods in approval. “And that’s why you are in the dorms?”
I nod. “Uh-huh, and it’s so bad. The students are partying every night and day. There are drugs and orgies. I feel at least a hundred years old.”
He chuckles. “I must admit, my college days were pretty wild.”
“And rent is so expensive in London. That’s why I took the job in the club.”
He sits back, and I can tell that he doesn’t even like talking about it.
“I was only ever doing four shifts,” I add. “I worked out a year’s rent, and Porsha promised me that I didn’t have to have sex with anyone.”
His eyes hold mine. “But you did.”
“You were different.”
“How?”
“I watched you from afar. Before we even met, I saw you give a man who was begging on the streets money, and I knew you were kind.”
He frowns.
“And I told the girls at work about this gorgeous man that I’d seen on the street. And then the universe delivered you to my door.” I take his hand over the table and kiss his fingertips. “Some things are meant to be.”
He pulls his hand away from my grip, breaking the moment. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re a stalker?”
I smile. “Maybe.”
“And you tried to kill me with poisonous coffee.”
I chuckle. “Definitely.”
“And then you fucked my brains out in the club.”
I laugh out loud. “Yes, that, too.”
“And now you’ve made me your April Fool.”
I hold my drink up to his. “Golden trifecta.”
“That was four things.” He chuckles and sips his drink as his eyes hold mine, he falls silent and after a minute, he says, “You’re never going back to that club.”
“I wouldn’t want to. I want to see where this goes.”
His eyes linger on my face, and a frown creases his brow. I know that I just got a bit too heavy, and I need to change the subject.
“So, you’re an architect,” I say.
“I like what you did there.”
“You like that casual change of subject, huh?”
“Very well done.” He nods. “Yes, I’m an architect.”
“What do you design?”
“Skyscrapers.”
“Skyscrapers? Holy wow, that’s incredible. You must be super smart.”
“That’s debatable.”
“But there aren’t many skyscrapers in London.”
“My market is mainly in the US and Dubai.”
“Ah, so you travel a lot.”
“Usually for four or five months of the year.”
I imagine sharing a jetsetter’s life with him… sharing anything with him.
Stop it.
I’m getting ahead of myself here. I need to slow the fuck down.