Inheritance

Chapter 32

After finishing our prime tenderloins with miso ponzu, Kendall ordered a chocolate soufflé and vanilla gelato for dessert. Although I assured him that my stomach was regretfully stuffed from having ravished through my dinner, he still persisted on adding on the complimentary sweets. Apparently, the restaurant was known to have the best desserts in the city.

As we waited in silence for the novel treats, my eyes darted towards the empty tables spread throughout the terrace landscape. Since we'd been seated, I found it quite strange how no other customers had attempted to dine at any of the open seating arrangements. 

Though I enjoyed the intimate time I'd had alone with him, I couldn't help but ponder on the matter. The view was amazing, surely a sight others would want to see for themselves.

"Do you know why we're the only ones out here?" I finally asked the handsome man sitting across from me, as he typed fortuitously away on his phone.

"I do."

"Care to elaborate." I said, still not used to the short and forward responses that were so characteristically Kendall Fine.

"Because these tables cost two-thousand dollars. Per a seat." He overtly clarified, placing his phone back into his pants pocket.

"Wait...don't tell me that you actually paid four-thousand dollars for this?" I eyed him warily, not sure whether to be impressed or stupidly annoyed.

"And some change. But that's besides the point." His pronounced arrogance made me wonder how often he made a habit of flexing around his oversaturated wealth. The pompous act wouldn't fare well with me. I had seen far more done under far less of circumstances.

"Well, here's a little reminder. Next time you take me out, please don't spend almost five-thousand dollars for a restaurant date. I'd much rather prefer a surprise trip to Paris or a shopping spree for the latest Versace couture." I finished the remark by accursedly pointing my index finger at him, upset by his irresponsible expenditure of money.

"Is that so? Well, I'll keep that in mind." He held a new gleam in his eyes, as he brought his chair closer to mine. I had a feeling that my pretentious remark would somehow turn him on.

With us now within arm's reach, my heart began to pace a little faster. How much longer would it take for me to become fully desensitized to his arousing presence? I hated how easily my body seemed to come alive by just the mere sight or thought of him. 

"Do you not like having me all to yourself?" He charmingly provoked after a few passing moments, one of his hands sweeping back a strand of hair that had fallen across his enviously perfect forehead.

"I do, it's just that—" 

Before I could complete the latter part of my statement, the waiter had conveniently chosen that particular moment to return with the dessert trays. After placing the two servings onto opposite ends of the round table, he pulled out a stash of napkins and newly-cleaned silverware from his apron pocket.

"Here you go. Anything else I can get for you two?" The waiter asked, keeping his pen and notepad in tow.

"No, thank you." I dismissed, before Kendall could order another excess item on the menu that we likely wouldn't need. That seemed to be the unsaid pattern of the night thus far.

Once the waiter left the terrace, Kendall used the provided cutlery to collect a spoonful of the soufflé. I watched as the flour easily pulled apart, revealing a creamed layer of excess chocolate in the interior of the cake.

"Open your mouth." He probed, bringing the spoon forward to my glossed lips. 

Doing as instructed, I freely whisked the sweet treat underneath my tongue. My taste buds erupted into a parade of celebration from the resulting sensation created by the tender cocoa mix. The chocolate had spread to all corners of my mouth, rimming my lips with lingerings of the tasteful intrusion. Swiping my tongue across the area, I attempted to collect all remnants left behind, but knew I'd been unsuccessful when Kendall's eyes fixed on a particular spot on my lips.