Page 117 of An Inconvenient Marriage
“Perfect, thank you.”
Holding her hands in front of her, she smiled at us. “I trust your dinner was satisfactory?”
“It was delicious,” Natalie said.
“Chef will be pleased to hear that.” The hostess eyed the leftover food. “Would you like me to pack these up for you to take home?” When I just nodded, she added, “No problem.”
She was barely gone when Natalie pushed to her feet.
“Where are you going?”
She jerked her head in the direction the hostess had just walked. “Didn’t you hear her? They’re leaving, which means we should leave, too.”
I grinned at her. “They might be, but we’re not.”
“What? Why?”
Tipping my head forward, I motioned for her to sit. “The place is ours for the rest of the night.”
“We’re staying?”
“We are.” Slowly, deliberately, I let my gaze roam over her body. “Just you and me. No prying eyes. No interruptions.” Pinning her with a stare, I licked my lips. “So why don’t you sit down and wait for your dessert so I can finally have mine.”
Her eyes grew wide, taking up almost half of her face, and that luscious mouth I longed to kiss popped open, forming a perfect little O. A rosy-pink color steadily tinged her neck and cheeks. And her fingers had a slight tremble when she balanced them on the surface of the table. Fuck me, she was stunning when she was flustered like this.
When she finally sat back down, she moved a hell of a lot slower than she had when she’d gotten up, a mixture of shock and awe coating her expression.
I would have done anything to know what was going on inside her mind.
Did she know how desperate I was for a taste of her?
How badly I ached to be inside her?
“Was this the arrangement you made with the owner?” Her voice had gone all breathy, my already straining erection straining even more.
Shifting, I reached down and tried to adjust myself. “Part of it.”
“What’s the other—”
“Your tiramisu.”
I had to hand it to the hostess, she had impeccable timing. I couldn’t wait for her to take hertimingand finally leave.
Unaware of how desperately I wanted her gone, she turned to me. “We’re ready to leave. Everything is set up exactly as you asked.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled at us both. “Mr. and Mrs. de la Fuente, have a wonderful night.”
Then she was gone.
Fucking finally.
My attention shifted to Natalie just as she pulled the spoon from her mouth. Closing her eyes, she hummed softly. “Oh, this is heaven.”
For a moment, all I could do was stare. She’d come so far from the woman who’d just pushed her food around on the plate. And being here to witness it all had me feeling some kind of fucking way.
“Do you want some?”
