Billionaires Runaway Bride

“You already saw this? Why on earth did you bring me, then? We could have done something else.”

He laughed at how loudly I objected to him. I wasn’t objecting to him bringing me to the theater – I loved the show and really did love having him by my side for it. But if he had already seen it, we certainly could have done something more original with our evening. He didn’t have to sit through a second showing of the play. I had probably been a little loud in my exclamations also, since I noticed several people giving me dirty looks as we continued to talk.

“I wanted you to see it,” he said.

His hands gently tugged on my hips as he decreased the distance between us. I melted there with him. My body physically melted into his and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull myself away, or that I’d be able to behave myself. My body tingled with energy as his hands gently rubbed up and down the small of my back.

“I’m glad we came. I really did want to see it.”

Our mouths found each other’s as we pressed the delicate skin of our lips together and stayed that way until the lights flickered, signaling the end of the intermission. The evening had been perfection – but then again, every time I was with Brandon it seemed to be near perfection.

We snuggled close to each other as the final scenes of the play were acted out for us. The people around us seemed oblivious to the random acts of public affection we gave each other throughout the last act. Brandon rubbing my back, me turning to kiss him; our bodies continued to find a way to stay close to each other.

The perfection of the night continued as Brandon took me to a small night club for a drink and a little more getting to know each other. It was clear he was really a good date planne

r. He had cultivated the evening to such perfection that it seemed like he knew me inside and out.

“I’m really glad I didn’t dump you after the first date,” I laughed as we sat in a corner booth and sipped our drinks.

“Wow, I’m glad, too. Were you thinking of dumping me?”

“Let’s just say I’m not used to agreeing to a second date. I’ve got high standards, you know.”

“Oh, yes, I can tell. I’m glad you didn’t dump me, though…really, really glad.”

“And that sushi date, well, you are really lucky I returned your calls after that. You could have gotten us arrested with all that handsy stuff.”

His face lit up with the memory of how he had teased me that afternoon. He even seemed proud of the torture he had put me through and the pleasure he had delivered. His boyish grin didn’t stop as he leaned over and gently bit my earlobe and I felt his hand on my thigh.

“We could give it a try here, if you’d like?”

“No!” I protested and playfully pushed him away. “Anyways, there’s no possibility that this dress is moving. I’m stuffed in here like a sausage.”

“You are the most beautiful sausage I have ever seen.”

If anyone else had been privy to our conversation, they likely would have thought Brandon was appalling for saying such a thing, but I adored his humor. It was fun to be around a man who didn’t take life too seriously, yet had accomplished a lot with his life. Usually, those two traits didn’t exactly go hand in hand with one another.

“I’m probably only going to have this one drink. I think I’ve still got some of my pre-date fuel running through me,” I laughed.

“I was wondering if you wanted me to give you a tour of my place. You know, a normal house without the need to swim up to it?”

His hand moved gently up and down my arm, and I saw the desire in his eyes as he looked over my body. It wasn’t very often that a woman could be completely ogled by a man and feel empowered by it. But I felt empowered by Brandon. The look of pure lust that washed over him gave me a power I hadn’t even known I longed for.

I let his gentle touch entice me for a moment as I tried to prolong my answer. Of course, I was going home with him. I’d been thinking about his body and mine together since the last time we had seen one another. There wasn’t much else I could imagine myself doing with my night. I certainly hadn’t planned on going back to my place alone while Connor visited his grandparents. Nope, there was only one correct answer to his question.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Check, please,” he said as he raised his hand to catch the attention of our waitress.

I watched him quickly fill out the check and give the waitress a tip of $200 for our two drinks. That was the kind guy Brandon was, and that small gesture cemented my already growing belief that he was indeed a good man.

Chapter Fourteen

Brandon

“What’s going on?” Del asked as we pulled up to my house and the lights from the security company shone into our vehicle.

“Sir, would you like me to stop here? I don’t think I can pull into the driveway,” the chauffeur said.