I realize she’s right. I mean, look what happened with Lorraine last week. “But if I just act like myself, then what? I’m trying to seduce a man here, Michelle. Not find my one true love.”
She smiles. “That’s easy. Once he sees the real you, he’ll be begging to stick his cock inside you.”
I roll my eyes. “How romantic.”
Michelle laughs, but I think about what she said. It’s a tactic I haven’t used before, and to be honest, I really don’t feel like putting on an act with Carter. It just might work.
Carter
I’m standing outside Le Cirque waiting for Destiny. Pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, I catch the valet watching me. No doubt he knows who I am. There’s a camera crew parked out on the sidewalk, plus an entourage of paparazzi stationed across the street. At least the camera crew isn’t allowed inside the restaurant. I’m sure they’ll have something set up to catch our date, but it'll feel somewhat normal without cameras shoved in our faces.
I start to wonder why I’m so concerned about the date feeling normal. That goes right along with why I’m even going on this date in the first place. This is the first time I’ve ever seen the same woman more than once in my entire five years of starring in Head Hunter.
But as the chauffeured town car pulls up in front of the restaurant where I’m standing, all those thoughts fly out of my head. I don’t have time for that bullshit. All of my focus is on Destiny as she climbs from the car.
Holy fuck.
She looks incredible. If I thought she was the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen last night at the club, she’s completely blowing that out of the water tonight in the sexy little black dress she’s wearing.
I feel like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes are bulging out of their head as she comes toward me. That dress cradles her perfect D cup tits like it was made for her, and her amazing ass that I got up close and personal with last night looks just as awesome. How am I supposed to make it through a dinner at this posh restaurant without tossing her across the table and having my way with her?
The look in her eye as she reaches me tells me she knows exactly what I’m thinking. She bites her lip and looks down to where my cock is obviously tenting my pants, and the effect she’s having is just as clear. Looking back up at me, she smiles a sexy and devious smile.
“Hi…Carter, is it?”
I chuckle and wrap an arm around her waist, letting my hand rest low on her hip, grazing the curve of her ass.
“Good girl. You better get it right. I want to hear that name falling from your lips over and over tonight.” I give her ass a gentle squeeze, and she gasps a little breath that makes my cock twitch. Fuck, I can’t wait for later. But I do want to focus on our time together right now. I want to enjoy our dinner because for some reason, I actually want to spend time with her in a way that isn’t just sexual. What can I say? She totally intrigued me last night. And if I’m already breaking a precedent by going out with her tonight, I might as well enjoy it.
“Carter,” she repeats softly, leaning in close and stretching up so that her words brush across my ear in a breathy sigh. “Like that?”
I grin and lean down, brushing my lips across her ear. I feel the shiver race through her body, and chuckle softly in gratification. I’m definitely affecting her, whether she wants to play it cool or not.
“Not quite like that,” I whisper. “You’ll be screaming it.”
The host shows us to our table for two in the elaborate circus-themed restaurant. We’re seated underneath a great sweeping silk that looks like a circus tent, and I watch as Destiny takes it all in. She doesn’t look awestruck, and I wonder if she’s been here before. I wonder a lot about her. And I want to spend the evening finding out everything I can.
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asks after we’re seated across from each other.
I lean forward, taking her hand and flipping it over so that I can stroke the inside of her wrist with my thumb. Another little shiver makes its way through her body. “I’ve been called cocky,” I say.
She smiles at the innuendo. “So I’ve seen.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “That’s right.”
Destiny’s cheeks turn red, and I laugh.
When our server approaches, I order a bottle of Cristal. “Is that okay with you?” I ask her after he leaves.
“My favorite.”
“Oh is it now?” The lady has class. Interesting.
Our sommelier returns and pours us each a glass, and I lift mine in the air. “To a night of firsts.”
Destiny clinks her glass to mine, cocking her head and studying me, and that’s when I realize what I said. I didn’t mean that kind of first, but she’s the first woman who has actually made me consider it, that has been a temptation.
She smiles and takes a sip. “Sounds like a plan."