Page 45 of Ravage

The driver drops us off near the entrance of the restaurant, and I walk around to open the door and help Imogen out, weaving our fingers together as we walk inside. She doesn't pull away, which is a very good sign.

The hostess checks for the reservation that Annika made, then leads us towards a secluded booth at the back of the restaurant. The main lights are off, and the low warm light from the lamps lining the walls gives the whole place a seductive air.

I can see why Annika picked this place. It screams 'dark and mysterious', with a hint of romance.

We slide into opposite sides of the booth, and the hostess waves her hand towards the tablet on the table, explaining we place our orders there and pay up when we're done.

Nodding my thanks, she heads back to the front, and I turn to find Imogen watching me thoughtfully.

"Why this place?"

I consider keeping Annika's involvement a secret, but I'm not really interested in lying, so I decide to lay my cards on the table.

"I asked Annika to help make sure whatever we did tonight wouldn't freak you out. She said this place was your favourite restaurant."

She seems surprised, her eyes widening as she considers my words. "Annika helped you?"

"Yeah. Guess she likes me," I say with a grin.

"Hm. How'd you get her number?"

I shrug. "Connell. Which, why the hell has he got her saved as Dirty Girl in his phone?"

She laughs, the first genuine laugh I've ever heard from her, and it's like music to my ears. It's husky and so fucking sexy that I wonder how anyone could possibly avoid falling at her feet.

"On Connell's one and only club night, he and Annika hookedup. I don't know the details, because Annika has kept it pretty vague when she's talked about it, but from what I can gather, they got up to some pretty fucked up stuff. And now he refuses to even touch her. But he's so in love with her it's painful to watch, actually."

I cock my head to the side. "I get that. Connell is pretty stoic and reserved. Annika would probably eat him alive."

She grins. "Yeah. Or he's just as kinky as she is and is scared of admitting it."

I groan. "I do not want to imagine what those two get up to in private. I don't need that mental image."

Her grin grows wider. "Yeah? Not into watching your friend get fucked six ways to Sunday?"

I splutter a laugh when the couple across from us flick a horrified look in our direction.

"That would be a no. I mean, it would probably be hot as hell to see Annika in action, but I don't know that I'd be able to look Connell in the eye afterwards."

She considers my response for a moment. "So, you like the idea of watching Annika fuck someone?"

With anyone else, I would think this was a trap, but I'm working out that Imogen doesn't work that way.

"I definitely wouldn't say no," I say, answering honestly.

The little flare in her eyes tells me that was the right answer.

Deciding it's best to steer the conversation away from sex, I nod towards the tablet at the other end of the table.

"So, what's good here? You order; I eat pretty much everything."

Her lips curve up, and she slides down towards the tablet, scrolling through and selecting a few dishes for us to share. Once she's done, she moves back to sit opposite me again.

"So. Cam."

She sounds so formal that I can't help but grin. "So. Imogen."

She rolls her eyes but presses on. "What do you like to do when you're not saving the world?"

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