I’d been told I was easy on the eyes, but the only ones I was interested in were Eva’s. The thought prompted me to check my watch, and I saw that it was nearing eight. I hurried my pace, wanting to arrive at my destination shortly after the hour. Once I’d dressed in black slacks with a black jacket and button-down shirt with an open collar, I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out.
I took the elevator down to the building’s garage and jogged over to my designated space where my Jag was parked. I’d considered using a driver, but I wanted to be alone with Eva, especially if she put up a fight. I hadn’t seen her in person in eight years, and the last time, I’d hurt her feelings. I wasn’t sure what kind of reception I was in for, but if she didn’t come willingly, I wasn’t above dragging her ass home and tying her to our bed. I had no doubt she would be screaming her forgiveness once I’d eaten her pussy a few times. I’d make sure she’d come around to my way of thinking before I popped her cherry and bred her.
As usual, traffic was a bitch, but I arrived at the small, Mediterranean restaurant in the Village at around half-past eight. Who the fuck takes a date to this cheap hole in the wall? I pulled into a parking garage conveniently located next door and slipped the attendant three hundred dollars to keep the car parked right in front of his booth. This way, I’d be able to get right in and drive out without waiting. The sooner the car was moving, the less time Eva would have to try to escape.
It hadn’t taken me more than a few days in London to realize that I’d never survive the distance if I didn’t have eyes or ears on Eva at all times and receive regular updates. And since I was very fucking good at what I did, I’d tapped Eva’s cell phone and hacked all of her computers and accounts so I always knew what she was up to and continued to scare the hell out of any man she tried to date.
My access to her calendar was how I knew exactly when and where she would be tonight. I was immensely happy that this would be the last time I would need to send her date running. I probably could have waited until after...or taken her before, but this seemed much more entertaining.
I entered the restaurant and ignored the hostess’s greeting as my gaze swept over the small space until it landed on the object of my obsession. My breath stalled in my lungs as I took her in. I had thousands and thousands of photos of Eva Kendal, but none of them had truly captured her beauty. Her long, white-blond hair was swept up into some kind of knot on the back of her head. I immediately decided I was going to pull it down pin by pin while she sucked my cock. She was facing the windows just to my left, so I had a clear view of her bright blue eyes, button nose, and full, rosebud lips. She was wearing a long-sleeved, straight green dress that fell past her knees and low-heeled pumps. I felt an arrogant grin stretch across my face. Her outfit clearly conveyed that this night would not be ending with sex. Well...not with the dickhead sitting across from her anyway. I was going to peel that nun-like dress from her body slowly, licking every inch of skin as it was exposed.
My dick was hard as a baseball bat, and for the first time, I didn’t bother to try to hide it. Let her date see what he was losing to. He was a thin guy of medium height and had muddy brown hair that I could tell from the side was slicked back from his face. I was confident in my assumption that he was probably equipped with a pee-wee bat, versus my major league cock.
I knew Eva was a virgin and hadn’t seen this asshole’s pecker—she better not have or I’m going to kill the son of a bitch. Still, it didn’t stop me from wanting to prove that I was more man than this guy would ever be. It would be pretty obvious once she saw the monster between my legs.
Eva smiled at something he said, and my lips dropped into a frown. I didn’t want her smiles being directed at anyone but me from now on. It was time to get this bullshit over with. The hostess again tried to get my attention, but I just waved her off as I marched over to Eva’s table.
I stopped when I was right in front of it, standing between the two occupants. My eyes were glued to my gorgeous girl as I crooned, “Hello, Eva-bear.”
She froze for a second before her head flew up and to the side, meeting my gaze. Surprise flitted in her blue pools, then bright joy and a flash of desire before it was quickly snuffed out and replaced with irritation. “What the hell are you doing here, Tucker?”
I raised a brow and touched a finger to her bottom lip before tracing them both. “Don’t dirty this pretty mouth with language like that, baby,” I scolded softly, an undercurrent of warning in my tone.
“Excuse me, we’re on a date!” The pipsqueak sitting opposite my girl dragged my attention away, his nasal voice immediately grating on my nerves.
I swung my head his way, and the violent scowl on my face had his draining of all color while he shrank back in his seat. “Leave,” I commanded.
I didn’t react to Eva’s gasp, keeping my eyes trained on the little shit as he swallowed hard. “Who do you think you are?” he asked, his voice cracking from the effort it was obviously taking him to try to be brave. It was a wasted effort because my hand shot out to grasp the knot of his tie and lift him to his feet as he sputtered and choked.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” I snarled. When I let go, he stumbled backward before running to the door like his ass was on fire. I shook my head and took his seat, stretching my legs out sideways from the chair and returning my gaze to my woman. Damn, she was so sexy in her prim and proper little getup. I’d known Eva all her life, and I knew what kind of fire she was hiding beneath the boring façade. I wondered if she would mind if I ripped it off her delectable body.
“Tucker!” Eva snapped, drawing me out of my thoughts. “What the hell was that?”
I narrowed my eyes and mimicked her tone. “Language, Eva.”
“Don’t tell me…” She broke off and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “You know what? Forget it.” Her chin dropped forward, and she stared at me with a mixture of anger and curiosity. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”
The hostess chose that moment to approach our table, keeping me from responding right away. She leaned down much farther than necessary to place a menu in front of me. Her tits were practically falling out of the deep V of her shirt. I grimaced and just barely restrained the impulse to gag at the cloud of perfume surrounding her. When she straightened, my eyes returned to Eva, and I smirked at the daggers she was shooting toward the obnoxious woman. Jealousy looked hot as fuck on my girl. And it strengthened my belief that it wouldn’t take much to bring her around to my way of thinking.
When the hostess finally left, I smiled and leaned over the table, reaching a hand out to draw a single digit from her temple to her jaw. “I’ve come for you, Eva-bear.”
She squeezed her lids shut for a beat and sighed. “I’m twenty-four years old, Tucker. Stop calling me that!” Her voice had risen at the end of her demand, and she quickly glanced around to see if she’d disturbed anyone. I was sure plenty of the patrons were paying attention, but they were all pretending to be engrossed in their food.
“It doesn’t matter how old you are, baby. You’ll always be my Eva-bear.”
She screwed up her face and rose from her seat, then came to stand in front of me. She crossed her arms under her ample tits and the action pushed them up, making my mouth water. “Great, did you come here just to tell me that you will always see me as a child?” she growled adorably.