“In all seriousness,” he says. “I want to see you again. I had a good time last night, believe it or not.”
“How generous of you,” I say.
“I can be. I’m going to assume that you had an okay time last night, too. If just okay. “
“Maybe,” I say, biting my lip. I am going to go out with him, of that I am sure. But still, I have to play with him just a little more.
“What if I told you I had a proposition for you? Something I can’t ask over the phone.”
“Really?” I ask, sitting up. I’m curious now, despite how coy I am acting. What could he possibly want to ask me?
“Really, really. I promise that it will be worth your while.”
“Well, if that’s the case, I guess there’s no way I can say no,” I relent. “Where and when?”
“Tomorrow night. I’ll text you the time and place.” He says in his usual, short manner. It’s odd, but I felt almost like a client in the way he asks me. As if it’s a business dinner, rather than a date. What could he possibly want?
“Deal,” I say, and I hang up the phone the moment I do.
I know that if I stay on the line any longer, I might say something I regret. And besides, I could feel the power slowly going in his favor, and I wanted to realign it in my direction.
As I put down the phone, waiting for his text to come through, my heart beats faster and faster and my mind races. Despite myself, I am incredibly excited to see him again. I just hope that I am able to exercise the same level of self-control that I had last night. But having said that, I’m not ruling out anything.
Chapter 9
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I can’t believe how beautiful she looks. I have spent the last two days trying my best to picture her in my mind, and I was certain that I had a pretty good image there. But seeing her now, in the flesh, I have to contend with the fact that I wasn’t even close.
I asked Carrie to meet me in the lobby of the Ritz hotel. It’s an expensive hotel in downtown L.A., and I asked her there for a reason. Since she said no to coming back to my house two nights ago, I’ve been going over the night in my head. Over and over. I am convinced that my error was assuming that she would be comfortable in a stranger’s house. I know how some women are, and I shouldn’t have assumed she would be comfortable coming home with me.
So now, in the Ritz, with a room booked upstairs, I am sure that I will be able to convince her to spend the night. The hotel is like a safe zone, where she won’t feel threatened or uncomfortable.
I stand in the back of the lobby, watching her wait for me, and I am forced to reevaluate everything that I thought I knew. She is just so damn gorgeous. She wears a tight strapless red dress that hugs her body and flows down to and covers her ankles.
Although she isn’t curvy, she is exceptionally fit, and I can see the muscles in her legs and ass from where I stand. And even though she doesn’t have huge breasts, they are round and look like they would fit perfectly in my hands. She is perfect. More than enough woman for me.
I have to shake my head and cut those thoughts from my mind as I feel my pants tighten. I need to control myself. I need to think clearly if I’m going to have her. Thinking with my cock isn’t going to get my anywhere.
Taking a deep breath, I walk up to her slowly.
“Carrie,” I say as she spots me. “Would it be too much to tell you how breathtaking you look tonight?”
“Usually, I would say yes,” she says with a smile. “But considering how good I look tonight, I’ll let it slide.”
As she says this, I can see her cheeks turning slightly red. She may talk a big game, but she is nervous.
“Shall we,” I say, as I gesture to the restaurant across the lobby. Even though it’s a hotel restaurant, the Ritz features a very fancy and very highly recommended restaurant.
“After you,” she says with a smile.
I lead her through the lobby to the restaurant, where the hostess does the rest. She seats us, and I ask for their most expensive bottle of red wine. She nods her head and shuffles off, leaving the two of us alone.
“Nice place,” Carrie says as she looks around the restaurant. I can see from the expression on her face that she is quietly impressed. Like I said, it’s a very nice establishment.
“Wait until you try the food,” I respond. “I won’t be surprised if you want to order a second meal.”
“Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all. Just so long as you let me try it.”
“I don’t think so,” she says with a chuckle. “You’re going to have to order your own. I don’t share.”
“Even if I ask nicely? I can be quite persuasive, if given the chance.”
She laughs at this, but her cheeks redden at the implication. Carrie likes to pretend she’s immune to my charm, but her face betrays her.
“Yeah,” she says. “We’ll see about that. I’m not convinced just yet. But maybe if I’m in a generous mood, I will see it in my heart to let you try some.”
“Well, I can always bribe you,” I say. “If that’s what it takes.”
“By all means,” she says, smiling. “I could use the cash.”
“Who said it was going to be money that I bribed you with?” I say, changing my tone to a serious one.
“Oh?” She responds, pretending to be affronted by my change in pace. “Is this why you asked me here? I have to admit, I’ve been curious about what it is you’re going to propose. You might
