gut. I was a cooked goose and I knew it. My usual confidence was missing, rocked loose at its roots. I didn't just want this girl to be with me.
I needed her to be with me.
Better not let the lady know. Not yet. Not until I knew how she felt about me.
"Champagne? Or something stronger?"
She followed me towards the living room.
"Is it any good?"
I nodded, holding up a three hundred dollar bottle of champage. She gave me a look and nodded, looking around the suite.
"You are pulling out all the stops tonight aren't you?"
I poured her a glass and led her out to the balcony.
"Nothing but the best for the lady."
She laughed and leaned over the edge, looking around.
"Can anyone- see us from here? From the team I mean?"
I shook my head.
"I'm the only one on this side of the hotel. Me being a last minute addition and all."
She sipped her bubbly and glanced at me.
"You did cause quite a commotion."
"That's the Dupree way."
I ran my hand over her hair, brushing it away from her neck. I let it rest on her back for a moment and then moved away. I was going to take this slow .
As slow as I could handle it.
"Are you hungry?"
"I could eat something."
I went inside and brought out a room service menu and more champagne. I poured for her and held the menu over my forearm like a waiter. She was leaning back on one of the chaises. One on hand, she looked relaxed. On the other, it would be harder to get my hands on her delectable body with her all the way over there.
"Shall I order for you, Miss?"
She cocked an eyebrow at me.
"So formal Cade."
I grinned at her, ruining the effect.
"I thought you would approve."
She leaned back in her chaise and closed her eyes.
"I do. Yes, please order for me."
She cracked one eye open.
"No raw meat please."
I wrinkled my nose.
"No worries there. I like mine charred to a crisp."
She smiled, her eyes still closed.
"Stay away from the tartar."
"The what?"
"Exactly."
I left her there, sipping her second glass of champagne. I ordered and came back out, bringing the bucket of ice and bottle with me. I sipped my champs, sitting on the chaise next to hers.
We sat in companionable silence for a while. It was nice. That's a funny thing to say about a heart racing, trying to impress the heck out of the woman of your dreams first date. But it was true.
Of course I was a little distracted, doing my best to hide the raging hard on I'd had since I saw her in the lobby.
Hell, I'd been hard pretty much since I met her. It was like being a damn teenager again. She was natural born boner machine.
I was almost sorry when the food came, even though dinner got me closer to desert. Desert being the fine ass woman sitting beside me. But a man had to eat, and I needed my reserves if I was going to put on the kind of performance I intended.
An award-winning performance.
The fuck of a lifetime. A blue ribbon, apple pie on the Fourth of Fucking July kind of fuck. A lay to end all lays.
A Biblical, raining toads, knock the lady's socks straight to next Tuesday fuckathon.
So, yeah, I figured I better eat.
Camille followed me inside, sitting gracefully in the chair I held out for her. She was relaxed tonight. Chillaxed even.
I wasn't used to this side of her, but it made me like her even more. I already wanted her. Craved her even. But liking her for her easygoing company hadn't been part of the deal.
It made me want this on the regs.
I dealt with the food, grateful for the distraction. I wasn't ready to think about how I felt about Camille too much. I was in dangerous territory with that kind of thinking. I wanted sex. That was uncomplicated. That I could handle.
Everything else… well, I needed to drain my balls and drink a busload of bourbon and branch before I went down that road.
I'd start with a lighter load, thank you very much.
I set the food on the table and lifted the cover from her plate.
"Lobster salad? Very nice."
I sat across from her, drinking in the way she looked in the
I needed her to be with me.
Better not let the lady know. Not yet. Not until I knew how she felt about me.
"Champagne? Or something stronger?"
She followed me towards the living room.
"Is it any good?"
I nodded, holding up a three hundred dollar bottle of champage. She gave me a look and nodded, looking around the suite.
"You are pulling out all the stops tonight aren't you?"
I poured her a glass and led her out to the balcony.
"Nothing but the best for the lady."
She laughed and leaned over the edge, looking around.
"Can anyone- see us from here? From the team I mean?"
I shook my head.
"I'm the only one on this side of the hotel. Me being a last minute addition and all."
She sipped her bubbly and glanced at me.
"You did cause quite a commotion."
"That's the Dupree way."
I ran my hand over her hair, brushing it away from her neck. I let it rest on her back for a moment and then moved away. I was going to take this slow .
As slow as I could handle it.
"Are you hungry?"
"I could eat something."
I went inside and brought out a room service menu and more champagne. I poured for her and held the menu over my forearm like a waiter. She was leaning back on one of the chaises. One on hand, she looked relaxed. On the other, it would be harder to get my hands on her delectable body with her all the way over there.
"Shall I order for you, Miss?"
She cocked an eyebrow at me.
"So formal Cade."
I grinned at her, ruining the effect.
"I thought you would approve."
She leaned back in her chaise and closed her eyes.
"I do. Yes, please order for me."
She cracked one eye open.
"No raw meat please."
I wrinkled my nose.
"No worries there. I like mine charred to a crisp."
She smiled, her eyes still closed.
"Stay away from the tartar."
"The what?"
"Exactly."
I left her there, sipping her second glass of champagne. I ordered and came back out, bringing the bucket of ice and bottle with me. I sipped my champs, sitting on the chaise next to hers.
We sat in companionable silence for a while. It was nice. That's a funny thing to say about a heart racing, trying to impress the heck out of the woman of your dreams first date. But it was true.
Of course I was a little distracted, doing my best to hide the raging hard on I'd had since I saw her in the lobby.
Hell, I'd been hard pretty much since I met her. It was like being a damn teenager again. She was natural born boner machine.
I was almost sorry when the food came, even though dinner got me closer to desert. Desert being the fine ass woman sitting beside me. But a man had to eat, and I needed my reserves if I was going to put on the kind of performance I intended.
An award-winning performance.
The fuck of a lifetime. A blue ribbon, apple pie on the Fourth of Fucking July kind of fuck. A lay to end all lays.
A Biblical, raining toads, knock the lady's socks straight to next Tuesday fuckathon.
So, yeah, I figured I better eat.
Camille followed me inside, sitting gracefully in the chair I held out for her. She was relaxed tonight. Chillaxed even.
I wasn't used to this side of her, but it made me like her even more. I already wanted her. Craved her even. But liking her for her easygoing company hadn't been part of the deal.
It made me want this on the regs.
I dealt with the food, grateful for the distraction. I wasn't ready to think about how I felt about Camille too much. I was in dangerous territory with that kind of thinking. I wanted sex. That was uncomplicated. That I could handle.
Everything else… well, I needed to drain my balls and drink a busload of bourbon and branch before I went down that road.
I'd start with a lighter load, thank you very much.
I set the food on the table and lifted the cover from her plate.
"Lobster salad? Very nice."
I sat across from her, drinking in the way she looked in the
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