Page 77 of The Devil's Heir
Hecocks a brow and waits for me to tell him what my condition is.
"You don't make me call you Sir anymore." I hold my breath, wondering if I may have gone too far, but then he grins.
"I love hearing my name drip from those lips of yours anyway. No more Sir."
I'm filled with glee as Jarek stands, then takes my hand and helps me up. Before I can grab my things and head for the house, though, he pulls me in and brushes his lips against mine. It doesn't deepen, but it's still an amazing kiss.
"Thank you, Liliana."
Wanting to test the waters with him, I nod and simply say, "You're welcome. Now, don't fuck it up, Falcon."
I bend over in front of Jarek as he bellows from my comment and grab my book and water bottle off the table before walking away from him. When I get to the sliding glass door, I glance back, and he's still standing in the same place, with a goofy grin on his face as he stares at my backside. The backside that has a piece of string going up my ass crack because he must have thought it needed flossing, too.
Shaking my head, I hide my own smile as I disappear into the house. I'm feeling lighter than I have in a long while. Am I seriously going out on my first date with Jarek Falcon? I must be going insane; either that, or they're drugging the water.
The restaurant isn't as fancy as I thought it would be. It's actually a tiny building tucked away between two tall skyscrapers. Of course, it's Italian, and the atmosphere is cozy and intimate, but other diners aren't dressed as fancy as we are.
I had chosen a black little number with spaghetti straps that comes to just above my knees. The front dips lower than I'd like, but it isn't too inappropriate. It's silk, and it's stunning, and it feels like butter against my skin. Jarek is in his usual dress suit and tie, with his dark shoulder-length hair pulled back into a low ponytail.
I prefer it down, but I'm sure he doesn't like it getting in his way when he eats. His facial hair is neatly trimmed to a little more than a five o'clockshadow and even I have to admit that Jarek Falcon can turn heads. It's unfortunate that I've had such a shitty past with him, and even though he's apologized, it's hard to forgive something like that when it caused me such hardship for the past four years.
I will, however, put forth my best effort to try and put it behind me, especially if I'm going to be carrying his child. Therefore, I reach my hand across the table and place it over his. He looks up, questioningly.
"Thank you for this." I smile softly.
He covers my hand with his and returns the smile. "It's my pleasure. Besides, I doubt anybody would complain about taking someone like you out for a nice dinner."
"Someone like me?" I ask.
"Yes, a beautiful and intelligent woman…"
I can feel the blush creep into my cheeks. I've never seen this side of Jarek, but I like it. Of course, the doubts still creep in.
"What's changed?"
"What do you mean?" he continues to smile across the table at me.
"Where is the Jarek Falcon that I know?" I question playfully.
He chuckles softly as he caresses my hand. "I'm here," he states. "I'm just trying to get used to all these new feelings I have while still being the hard-ass Don that I need to be."
"Well, just so you know, I can keep a secret, so if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'm your girl." I wink at him.
Jarek lets out a boisterous laugh, earning stares from other diners, but he doesn't seem to care. Once it all quiets down and the diners return to their own conversations, Jarek turns his eyes back on me. Something has changed in him, and the way he stares at me now, with that lascivious stare, has my pulse racing.
"Tell me, pauper. What would you do if I told you to take your panties off and hand them to me?"
I raise my brow at him while I take in his demeanor. I can see the lust swimming in his eyes that wasn't there a few minutes ago. I'm not sure what changed, but I'll bite.
"I'd have to say that it's not going to happen."
It's his turn to cock his brow now. "Oh? And what if I demand it of you?"
I shrug and say, in a smooth, silky voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Falcon, but this is one time I can't submit to you."
"Pray tell…"
I take my time picking up my glass of ice water and taking a decent-sized sip before placing it back down and looking him in the eye. "Well, you see, Mr. Falcon, it's hard to give you what you want when there's nothing to give."
