Owning Her

Chapter Twelve

The tea room was unlike anything Vivian had ever seen. She had always hoped to travel to New York, where businesses like this still exist, but this was even better. The tea room's building used to be a warehouse, judging by its facade, painted with several murals that warped with the corrugated metal siding. A sign hanging over the double wooden doors told them this place was called The Chat-Tea Cafe.

On the inside, you could not tell that this place was once a warehouse. Thanks to the resin covering it, the concrete flooring sparkled in a shifting sea of soft browns and dark whites. Wooden panel walls covered the building's metal siding, which would have muted the lighting if not for the hundreds of sparkling fairy lights.

The hostess led them to the second floor, where many of the catwalks had been connected and reinforced by the columns littering the first floor. Vivian was in awe as she noticed the booths up here were sectioned off by entire walls and adorned with garlands of all kinds.

Their booth was soft yellow and decorated with fake hydrangea garlands. Greyson ordered a tea service with five different flavors and two trays of finger sandwiches. Vivian's eyes were still roaming over the restaurant as she marveled at its beauty.

"I had a feeling you would like this place," Greyson said as they waited for their food and tea. Vivian turned to him, smiling brightly. She reached across the table for both of his hands and squeezed them tightly in hers.

"This place is a dream come true for me, Greyson. I don't just like it; I love it," Vivian retorted as his thumb brushed along hers. That warm and unfamiliar feeling blossomed high in her chest as he smiled just as brightly as she was.

"I'm thrilled to hear that." He lifted their hands to his lips and kissed hers gently.

"You know this makes me want to redecorate my room," she mused as her eyes drifted over the decor again.

"How about you redecorate our room?"

"Our room?" Vivian echoed him. Her eyes met his once more, and his expression was unreadable again.

"I want you to move into my room with me all of the time. You're welcome to keep your room and sleep in there when you wish, but you don't have to," Greyson explained.

"That sounds wonderful, my dear. I could decorate our room with a mixture of our styles, and then my room could get turned into a full-blown playroom," Vivian suggested. Greyson's eyes lit up with desire, and she shuddered.

"Well, then, it's a good thing I ordered a bunch of things to make it into one." He kissed her hands again as their waitress came up the stairs with their tea service and sandwiches.

They ate and drank in comfortable silence, talking only about the food and tea. Greyson's foot would occasionally drag up her leg, and his eyes would sparkle with delight. When they had nearly finished the sandwiches, Vivian ordered a bread bowl full of pumpkin soup.

The soup was so good she devoured it in minutes while Greyson chuckled and polished off the remaining sandwiches.

"So, do we have any other plans for today?" Vivian asked as they left the restaurant a little while later, hand in hand.

"I'm so delighted you asked," Greyson said as he helped Vivian into her seat. "You're going to pick two numbers between one and fifteen, and that will be what we do for the rest of the day." He started the car and turned to her. "However, no matter what, we will be heading home by five, and once we are back at the cabin, I am going to fuck you on every surface of the cabin or until you safe word, whichever comes first."

Vivian felt her nipples harden beneath her dress and nearly purred. "I pick numbers three and eleven," she said after a few moments.

"Well, number three is a half-hour drive from here," Greyson started as he shifted his car into reverse, "so you're going to lean over here and suck me off while I drive us to the little hole-in-the-wall comedy club I discovered, thanks to my studio."