There’s another knock on the door. More surprises? I open the door again. This time, there’s a man in a suit and white gloves holding up a dress for me.
“Compliments of Mr. Jaxson,” he says with a pleasant smile. I gasp in shock. The dress is incredible. It’s blue and silky and I can already tell it will cling to my body. It’s obviously very expensive, but I don’t want to turn down anything Jaxson has picked out for me. I take it gratefully and shut the door, ready to try it on.
This night is already shaping up to be something pretty special.
Jaxson
The moment she arrives is one I know will be etched into my mind forever. She looks so damn good I feel a growl rise in my throat, and my cock stiffen in my pants. The dress I bought her fits like a glove, clinging to every curve of her sexy body. Her hips sway as she walks, her eyes on the ground, but I can tell she’s excited to be here.
There’s a bartender waiting to make us cocktails at the poolside bar, and I motion her over. She walks precariously in her heels and I stand, ready to catch her if she falls. In fact, part of me wants her to stumble just so I’ll have an excuse to hold her in my arms. But when she reaches my side, I find myself putting a hand on her waist anyway. Fuck the rules. Fuck Sam. I’m going to make her mine.
I want to strip her of that dress and fuck her right here, right now, but I’m going to do this properly. I want a chance to get to know her mind as well as her body. I like what I’ve seen so far, but there’s so much to this woman that I don’t know yet. I look her up and down.
“You look incredible, Stella,” I tell her. Her starry eyes twinkle in the moonlight and I almost growl again. She’s woken an animal inside me that I can barely keep under control. I want her desperately. I want to hear her moan under my touch. But all in good time.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “And thank you for inviting me here.”
“Well, there’s no one else on earth I want to spend my evening with.”
She blushes which makes me smile. I gesture to the bartender.
“Would you like a drink? This man is here to help us out this evening. I wanted this to be the perfect first date.”
“Date?” she says, testing the word on her lips. I almost curse myself for being so forward. She hasn’t said anything that indicates she wants to date me, though the chemistry between us is undeniable. But after a moment she smiles. “Well, I’ve never been on a date before, but this is kind of perfect.”
“You’ve never been on a date? Really?”
She blushes. “Well, no one has ever really asked me.”
“That’s impossible,” I growl. “How can any man resist a woman like you?”
Her cheeks flush and I can tell she’s embarrassed by the conversation. I move my hand to her arm and stroke her silky smooth skin.
“Don’t be shy. You don’t need to be embarrassed around me,” I say. “I just want you to feel good. Now, what can we get you to drink?”
She chews on her lip. “You pick something for me. I only turned twenty-one last month...I’m still a little unfamiliar with what to drink.”
I order her a fruity cocktail. I don’t want to give her anything too strong. After all, we’re not here to get drunk. We’re here to get to know one another. She thanks the bartender and he makes himself scarce to give us some privacy, just like I asked. I’ve got his number if we need anything else from him, but somehow, I doubt we will. By the time we get to the bottom of our drinks, I have the feeling things will have ramped up another level.
“So you’re an art student,” I say. “Tell me more.”
She blushes. “I’m still in my second year. I took two years off to work and travel. I wanted to see the world to get inspiration for my art.”
“And did it work?”
She looks me up and down shyly. “Well...I certainly found my muse here.”
I growl in delight. I wasn’t expecting her to be flirtatious considering she’s so shy, but I guess I’ve brought out a new side to her, the way she has in me. I’ve never been a possessive man, but now, all I want is to make her mine and never let her go. The thought of any other man ever touching her is enough to send adrenaline racing through my veins, like fire. I couldn’t be happier that she’s never dated another man, though that doesn’t mean she’s never been to bed with one. I clench my fists at the thought. It’s not my business, and yet I think if I ever found out another man has so much as kissed her, I’d have to hunt him down and take him out.
“Well, you can draw me whenever you want,” I growl. She sighs, her smile disappearing.
“I guess I’ll have to have a second go at drawing you. My dad ripped up the first one I drew,” she whispers. I feel a rage course through my veins. Once again, Sam is trying to stand in the middle of me and Stella. He’s always trying to deny me the things I want, especially if he can’t hold onto them himself. I clench my fists.
“I can’t believe he did that.”
She watches me with gentle eyes. “Jaxson, what happened between the two of you? He wouldn’t tell me. But I need to know. I can’t just pretend I haven’t noticed something’s wrong.”
I sigh in annoyance. Of course, I’m not angry at her. I just really didn’t want Sam to come up in conversation tonight. But I owe
