She looks back at me with a wide smile, and I hand her the flowers. “For you, Angel,” I murmur.
She laughs and grabs them, looking really happy. “Come in.” She backs inside. “I just need to get dressed. It won’t take me a minute. Make yourself comfortable.”
She stops, and with a quick spin on her heel, she presses her body against mine, lifts onto her tiptoes, and kisses me. I groan, barely refraining from grabbing her and throwing her down on the sofa and fucking her senseless. I do cup the back of her head and deepen it before pulling away. She’s gasping, and I smirk. “Go get dressed before I decide you don’t need clothes,” I warn.
She grins and turns to do just that, but I can’t help myself, I drag her back and kiss her again, making her laugh as her robe slips open slightly, exposing the crests of her bare breasts. I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fuck, go now,” I mutter.
Laughing, she turns, and with a wink over her shoulder, she drops the robe and saunters down the corridor naked. Her perky fucking ass is on display, her long, thick, toned thighs too. My cock jerks in my trousers as I watch her, my fingers itching to squeeze those globes as I slam into her from behind, remembering the way she liked it rough.
I turn away before I follow her to her bedroom and look around the apartment, being nosy. There are two emerald green sofas in an L-shape with a small coffee table between them facing a TV. In the corner is a bookshelf, and I head over there, looking across the mixture of books—business manuals, biographies, romances, and thrillers. Seems my girl likes everything. I wander over the fluffy black rug and past the partition into a small but long kitchen. They could have certainly made more space in here, but that’s my architect brain.
It’s all spotless and homey, it feels like Lexi. She has paintings of burlesque dancers and singers everywhere, displaying her passion. On the fridge is a group photo, and I take a closer look. She’s in the middle in a long, glittering, almost see-through gown. To her left is a younger blonde girl with darkened eyes, and to her right is a black-haired older woman. At the very end is a red-haired woman who’s around Lexi’s age. They are all smiling, standing on a stage with their arms around each other.
“Those are my girls, we perform together,” she tells me, and I turn to see her standing in the doorway. Her head is tilted as she puts in some earrings, and her lips are painted red. Her eyes are darkened and her eyebrows too. Her hair is wavy and perfect, looking soft and silky. But it’s the dress that stops me.
“Fucking hell, Angel,” I mutter, eyes wide and mouth dry.
It’s red and skintight, clinging to those delicious curves, and her breasts almost spill from the top. It looks like silk and stops at the top of her thighs, only held up by two tiny spaghetti straps. It’s a killer dress. And I’m instantly jealous of the fabric touching her skin. My cock jerks appreciatively, and I can’t stop running my eyes over her as she squirms.
“Well, is this sexy enough?” she teases.
“I don’t know if I can let you out,” I growl, backing her into the wall. She tilts her head back with a smile, stroking her hand down my chest to my hard cock, which she squeezes through my pants.
“If you’re good, you can see it on the floor later.” She cheekily leans up and kisses me before ducking under my arm. “But I’m hungry right now, and not just for your cock, so feed me, Daddy, and then after you can show me how much you like this dress…and the very small panties I have on…with no bra,” she purrs as she slips into some heels.
I close my eyes for a moment to regain control, aching to pull down the dress and see if she’s serious. She laughs and pulls on a long black coat, which I do up for her. “Let’s go before I decide I can’t keep my hands to myself,” I murmur. I take her hand and lead her out of the door. She locks up and leans into me as we walk.
Once downstairs, I open her door for her, and she slides in elegantly. I lean in and kiss her forehead as I stand there. “You look fucking ravishing, Angel. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I state before shutting her door and heading around to my side. Starting the engine, I pull out and drive through the city to the restaurant. I can’t help but reach over and lay my hand possessively on her thigh, but she likes it.
“So where are we going?” she asks excitedly.
“To a little restaurant I love, Zodiac. It’s intimate and has amazing food. Chef Emilio is an artist,” I tell her, squeezing her thigh.
I glance over at her. She’s watching me hungrily, so I narrow my eyes. “Keep looking at me like that, Angel, and I’ll skip the meal and eat you instead.”
“Promise?” she purrs.
Groaning, I squeeze her thigh again. “Behave, I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
“Gentlemen are boring, I prefer my dirty daddy.”
This woman.
I clear my throat and change the conversation. “It was actually one of the first restaurants my company was commissioned to work on.”
“Oh wow, really? I can’t wait to see it!” she gushes, and I grin wider, knowing she actually means that.
“I can’t wait to show you,” I admit. “It’s one of my favourite spots.” I pull up outside then. Turning off the engine, I slip around and help her out of the car, kissing her cheek as I do. I hold her hand and turn to the valet, passing over my key. He smiles and gives me a ticket before rushing around to park the car for me.
We head inside, and when we are waiting to be seated, I watch her. Her mouth is open in shock, her eyes wide as she looks around. “Tyler, it’s beautiful,” she whispers in awe.
I look around, seeing it for the first time through her eyes, and it makes me fall back in love with the place all over again. The ceiling is glass to see the stars. The walls are covered in plants and lights to make it cosy and artsy. The floor is a white marble, slowly rising up the farther back you go. It has accents of gold and black, both very modern and boho like the owner wanted. It’s a big space that used to be a warehouse originally before we knocked it down. We kept some of the structure but not all.
She turns to look at me. “You’re incredible.”
“No, Angel, that’s you,” I reply, as we reach the front of the queue. The maître d’ looks up and smiles wide.
“Mr. Phillips!” he greets, coming around to shake my hand. He smiles at Lexi as well. “And your lovely date! Come, your normal table is all ready for you, and Emilio is excited to have you back. He has some new dishes you have to try!”
“Whatever you choose will be perfect as always,” I offer with a grin as we’re led through the tables to one towards the back. It has a good view of the restaurant and stars, and has the flowers behind us. It’s where I always sit.
I pull out Lexi’s chair, and when she’s seated, I push it in, murmuring, “Nothing will taste as good as you,” in her ear.
Then I sit as well and accept the menu. “We’ll choose our own starters, but please tell Emilio to cook whatever for mains.” I look at Lexi. “Trust me, Angel, he is a true artist, you will love it.”
She nods. “I trust you.” She reads her menu. “It all looks amazing.”
I laugh and address the waiter. “Give us a moment. Angel, want some wine?”