Your Irresistible love

Chapter Four

Sebastian

“Where are you taking me?” she asks ten minutes later, while we’re speeding through San Francisco.

“To one of my favorite restaurants.”

“I hope it’s not an expensive one.”

I blink. I’ve never heard these words from a woman before. Generally, the more expensive the location, the better. But Ava Lindt is full of surprises. The first one was down in Creative today. I watched her carefully while she was inspecting the rubies. Women usually look with greed at the gemstones. However, the expression on her face was one of pure interest and awe.

“The verdict is still out there as to what kind of brother I am. I must do my best to impress you.”

“I see.” She laughs softly, and I find it a relaxing sound. It pleases me that I’m the reason for it. It also makes me imagine what other sounds I could get out of her.

“Is there anything you don’t eat?” I keep my fingers crossed, hoping she won’t be one of those women who eat almost nothing and call themselves full after half a salad.

“Nope. I’ll have anything. As long as it’s tasty, I’m in.”

I nod appreciatively. Ava Lindt is proving to be more real than any woman I’ve met in years.

“Is it far away?” Ava crosses her legs, making her skirt lift, revealing a bit more of her thigh. I force my eyes on the road, fantasizing about what she hides under her strict little suit. I must be out of my mind. I just met her.

“You don’t trust me?”

“Well, I did just meet you. Isn’t there a saying about not getting in cars with strangers?”

“You do know I’m the CEO, right? You act as if that doesn’t matter in the slightest.”

“And you like it.” Her eyes widen, her mouth forming a small, delicious O.

“I do,” I admit. “Most people are afraid to even breathe in my presence.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” Her dismissive tone riles me.

“Perhaps you should be,” I retaliate, because I’ve thought about devouring that delicious skin of hers since she set foot in my office. With her hair on one side and her neck bared to me, I wanted to kiss her right there and feel her shudder in my arms.

I grip the steering wheel tighter. I will not get involved with an employee. Well, technically she’s a consultant, not my employee. Damn semantics, Bennett… The whole thing is out of the question.

We arrive at the restaurant ten minutes later. I let the valet take my car. This is one of the best restaurants in San Francisco. Of course, I might be biased since one of my sisters owns it, but reviewers agree with me. It’s high on one of San Francisco’s hills with a magnificent view over the city.

“Mr. Bennett, welcome,” the headwaiter says. “We have a corner table available on the terrace. You’ll get the best view.”

“Oh, this is beautiful,” Ava exclaims as she sits down, looking beyond the terrace.

I order the house specialty for both of us. Ava squints at me.

“I could have ordered for myself,” she says after the waiter leaves, jutting her chin forward and rolling her tiny shoulders. God, she’s delicious all worked up like this.

“I know the restaurant better. You’ll like it.”

“You’re bossy.” She crosses her arms over her chest. Even though she has a petite frame, she has curves in all the right places.