Page 95 of Fake Love

I look down at the time on my watch. If we leave in the next five minutes we might actually make it.

“Babe, c’mon. We need to go.” I yell in the direction of her room.

Jen usually puts on anything that she find first type of girl. Tonight though, she has been getting ready for over an hour.

“I’m coming.” She calls out but no footsteps can be heard coming down the hallway.

“We’re going to be late.” I call out again, growing slightly impatient.

“Well if you would have told me we were going somewhere fancy, I would have been ready.”

She has a point. When I told her to be ready by seven, I didn’t really tell her how to dress. So when I showed up wearing a black suit sans the tie, she went off.

She was wearing Jean and a t- shirt covered with a leather jacket and the second she saw what I was wearing, she started going off about communication and it being critical.

Like I said, she has a point.

“Maybe I didn’t think about telling you because I was too busy thinking about seeing you and what I was going to do to you when that happened,” I throw out using my charm.

“I saw you yesterday.” She yells out, still not coming out.

“Baby, that was a FaceTime call. I need the real thing.” I say to her, checking my watch one more time.

Four minutes.

Jen says something but it would like a mumble so I ignore it and go back to impatiently waiting for her to be ready.

Finally with two whole minutes to spare, I hear the sound of high heels clicking against the floor.

The second she comes into view, I curse at our time constraints. If only we had ten more minutes and then I could hike up that piece of cloth she calls a dress and splay her on the kitchen counter.

I would make her my dinner.

“You look a little hungry, Bauer. Do you need a small snack before we go.” She says giving me a smirk, like she knows what I was thinking.

Not giving into her satisfaction, I walk up to her and place a chaste kiss against her lips, barely grazing them.

“You look beautiful, baby. Now let’s go.” I place a hand on her hip and guide her over to the door.

“Seriously? Just a whisper of a kiss? I saw your eyes, they were filled with lust.” She pouts as we walk out of the apartment and I take her keys and lock up.

“Trust me that lust is still there but it will have to wait. We’re going to be late.” I say pocketing her keys and waving for her to start walking.

She narrows her eyes at me before she does what I say and starts to walk in front of me.

The whole way to the car, I walk behind her just admiring the things that her dress does to her body.

It’s form fitting causing each and every one of her curves to be on display. The material hits a few inches above her knee and every time she moves, the material rises up bit by bit causing the edge of her ass to show a bit.

I know she’s not pulling down the material because she wants me to see. She wants me to suffer a bit for not doing more back in her apartment, and as long as nobody else walks by us, I will let her. I May be enjoying the show too much.

When we get to my car, I show her just as much by bringing her body to mind, her back to my chest as I open the door for her.

I lower my head so that my lips are right by her ear. “If you're the good girl that I know you can be then maybe you won’t have to wait until after dinner to know what I was envisioning back in your apartment.”

She lets out a whimper and pushes herself more into my body.

I’ve come to learn in our month and a half together that Jen not only likes when I take control of her body, but also being praised.

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