Your Irresistible love

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ava

After Pippa leaves, I take a picture of myself then text it to Nadine. Instead of replying, she calls me.

"Yum, you look fabulous. Taking out the big guns tonight?"

"Yep. I figured go big or go home." I laugh into the phone as I slip my lipstick into my tiny purse.

"He's sold on you already."

"I don't know about that, but I can barely think straight around him."

"You're falling for him, aren't you?"

Straightening up, I stammer, "I—it's too early."

"Too early to fall or too early to admit it?"

"Both?"

"I've always loved your honesty."

That's when I hear a knock at the door.

"Listen, I've got to go. I'll call you later, okay?"

"You better. I want every dirty detail."

I snicker. "Like I ever give you those." Shaking my head, I end the call. Nadine always tries to fish every detail out of me. She was half-cheerful, half-jealous as I told her about everything that's happened over the past weeks.

The second I open the door, the air between us sizzles. Sebastian says nothing, his eyes raking over me. This man can make me shiver with his gaze alone.

His fingers tug at mine and he pushes me inside, hoisting me up against the wall as the door bangs closed. His hands are tight on my waist, his forehead pressed against mine. "You look fucking gorgeous."

With one strong hand, he pushes my tight dress up around my waist, reducing me to a puddle of need when his fingers graze my thigh. "Your skin is so smooth," he growls. I grin with satisfaction. Point for the skin-removal kit.

"And these lips. You know where I want them?"

"Yeah," I tease. "I want you to think about it all night while we're at the restaurant."

"Going to the restaurant seems like a very bad idea right now." His voice is low and throaty, arousing me further.

"Pippa predicted this."

"What?"

"She was here, helping me prepare, and said we might not make it to the restaurant."

"So that's how little Pippa thinks of me."

"Oh, there's nothing little about you." My voice is low and shaky. Sebastian's eyes widen at the sound of it. He presses himself against me, and I can feel how hard he is already.

"I told you I never back off from a challenge. Let's go to the restaurant. I won't touch you again until we leave."

"We'll see about that."

***

The restaurant isn't just fancy. It's Hollywood stars kind of fancy. I swear to God I notice one of my favorite movie directors at a table in a far corner talking to a very well-known star.

"What is this? The weekend getaway from LA?" I whisper as we advance inside the restaurant.

"You could say that."

"Are there paparazzi around here?" Granted, with stars parading around they'd take less interest in Sebastian, but still.

"No, the restaurant has a strict policy, even outside the perimeter. No cameras allowed. Don't worry, the world won't know I'm your dirty little secret." Though his tone is playful, there is an edge to it I don't like.