Page 108 of Enthrall Ecstasy
She blinked, adjusting to our surroundings, and then blushed wildly when she saw we were mere feet from the maître d’.
He’d caught our dramatic entrance but was polite enough not to react, gesturing for us to follow him.
Rue seemingly remained in subspace, even as we took our first steps into the dining room filled with guests, who were enjoying their Michelin chef meals while sipping cocktails.
Heads turned to look at her—Rue’s beauty was that captivating.
A relationship would never have worked out between us in a permanent agreement. Someone this striking would end up belonging to an elite Dom. Their wealth and position would seduce her eventually, even if Cole tried to convince me otherwise.
The wealthy VIPs would end up stealing her away.
Keeping my heart closed was all I had to do for now—and keep Rue from going to Hillenbrand.
That was the plan.
With Rue’s hand in mine, we followed the maître d around and between the tables. Wealthy guests dined in the center and around the edge of the room were generously sized booths seating those who wanted a little more privacy.
Even though I’d never met a woman like Rue who matched my ferocity for kink, I couldn’t keep her all to myself.
That much was true.
She might be the only woman I knew who needed to explore her exhibitionism as much as me—a healthy obsession safe to explore at Chrysalis.
For anyone who dared to go that far.
Rue looked at me inquisitively as though asking, “Why here? Why this fancy restaurant?”
My fingers brushed against her flushed cheek. “I like the wine here at Imperial.”
Honestly, I loved everything about this place.
My favorite Parisian-inspired dining room reflected grandeur and oozed opulence. From the luxurious Louis XV Rococo chairs and tables to the fine linen tablecloths, to the surrounding mirrored walls that reflected the guests.
Everyone came here for a fine-dining experience and dressed accordingly—the men in tuxedos and the women in elegant gowns or cocktail dresses.
It was a perfect place to bring Rue.
“This is lovely,” she said, snuggling against me.
All the tension seemed to drain from her, her shoulders relaxing and her breathing returning to normal.
She was finally letting her guard down.
Conversations flowed around us, some in foreign languages, the clientele reflecting society’s elite.
I kept my focus on Rue, gesturing for her to slide into the booth ahead of me. I joined her, settling behind the table with my back to the wall so I could view the entire place.
I smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was special and I wanted her to feel that way.
Our waiter appeared and handed us the wine list. I chose a vintage I thought she might like.
“Chardonnay,” I said, pointing to the expensive bottle I would not have to pay for.
It would be both sweet and tart, a perfect blend.
We took our time studying the entrées.
Rue ran her finger along the menu. “This looks great.”
