Page 11 of Unexpectedly In Love

“Yes.” Glancing down into the clutch I shift my wallet to the side and pull it out.

“What exactly are you doing?” His arms are thrown over the back of his chair. However, there is an undercurrent of annoyance around him.

Shifting my gaze from side to side I’m sitting trying to figure out why he is staring at me intensely. It’s like he wants to choke me.

“Why are you touching your wallet right now?” he asks. He says the wordwallet, and his lips sneer.

With the experiences I have acquired from past dates, I’m always ready to pay. I never give anyone the opportunity to make me look bad.

“Um, I am going to pay for my food.” I dig in my wallet and pull out my debit card.

“If your card touches this table, I will destroy it,” Eryx says as he shrugs and casually gestures to a server with his hand.

I place my wallet slowly into my bag like I was caught with a gun.

“Good girl,” Eryx murmurs.

Excuse me, did this man mutter “Good Girl,” and did my stomach flutter?Why yes, yes it did.

Eryx raises his hand and flicks his fingers to James. Within seconds, the table is cleared, and two glasses of wine are poured.

“I didn’t want any wine,” I state, the clear pink liquid sitting in front of me. I can already feel the alcohol making me a little tipsy.

He picks up my glass and sips it. Bringing it to my lips, he said, “It’s from a friend of mine. Try it for me. To gatáki mou.”

Another man, I would have pushed his hand away and left. But when Eryx does it, I lean forward as he holds the glass to my lips.

Ambrosia, that’s what this wine tastes like. “Oh, my, that is delicious,” I murmur.

“You have a little…” Eryx swipes his thumb to the side of my lips, and then brings his thumbs to his lips. I pause. If he tries to be seductive by licking his thumb slowly, I will be turned off, because it will feel like he is faking.

He sucks the top of his thumb quickly.

“The wine tastes even better on you,” he comments.

We talked for an hour more. The conversation centered around my likes and dislikes. I haven’t had a great time like this with a man in so long.

His voice drops, and I lean in closer to hear him, wanting him to kiss me.

Eryx raises my chin and slides his hand to the nape of my neck bringing me closer. His face casts a shadow over mine. I breathe in his scent, it’s intoxicating… I want more.

“Eryx,” I whisper. Whose voice was that? I wondered. It couldn’t be me, but it was.

He glides his lips slowly against mine. I push forward, trying to connect our lips.

The chuckle that emits from him sounds dark and guttural. “Patience, Gatáki.”

He nibbles on my lip. I dig my nails into his thigh. I want him to feel my need. “Eryx, don’t make me beg.”

“Never.” He captures my mouth holding me tightly as his lips and tongue explore me.

Not breaking the kiss, I find myself slowly straddling his lap. He lets go of my face, one arm wraps around my back, the other grips my left butt cheek tightly. He draws me closer to him. My dress gathers around my legs, my breasts are pressed into his chest, and my hands are in his curly, soft hair.

Gripping his hair back, I deepen the kiss, taking full control. Or so I thought until he grips my ass tighter and he drags my hips rhythmically back and forth.

Then I feel it, that hard long bugle under me.

A throat clears again. “Excuse me, Mr. D.”

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