His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Twelve

Luke POV:

I picked Zoe up from her University ball. I sent her an email to let her know I was waiting out the front of the venue - Phoenix - for her. 

Within moments I saw her walk down the street towards me, her long black gown flowing in the wind, her walking effortlessly in heels. She held out her overnight bag to me and demanded,

"Take this for me, would you?"

"Was there a please before the demand?" I asked. Taking the bag out of her hand.

"Could you please take this for me?" 

I smiled, put my hand at the small of her back and led her towards the car, my old 918 Porsche Spyder. 

I opened the door for her and she got in, pulling the rest of the dress in after her. 

I got in, started the car and took her hand, kissed the top of it and gave it a tiny nibble. 

"So, I got us the Presidential Suite." I stated.

I looked over momentarily to see her eyes light up with surprise and desire. 

"There's Veuve champagne chilling in the fridge too." I continued. 

"Luke, you're too much, you didn't have to go to so much effort." She argued.

"Don't be ridiculous, as your Daddy, it's my job to treat and spoil you." 

We drove off and she looked out the window; every time we drove anywhere her eyes got wide, just as though she was seeing everything for the first time. 

When we reached the hotel and the valet took the car, I whispered in her ear,

"How wet are you?"

She smiled that flirtatious and intoxicating smile. 

"Very." Was her whispered reply. 

I smiled and rubbed her back. We got into the elevator, I dropped her bag, rubbed both her arms and looked at her. 

"God, I love you." 

She giggled, "yeah, I know." 

The elevator made it's dinging sound as we got to the top floor. I directed her to the room, I opened the door and someone had already turned down the bed. I dropped her bag on the floor and she jumped onto the king bed. 

I joined her, took her in my arms and kissed her cheeks, lips and neck. 

"You look absolutely stunning."

"You're just saying that."

"No, if you didn't look gorgeous, I would say something." 

I moved down the bed, taking her panties and then her heels off. 

"Would you run me a bath?" Zoe asked. 

"Of course, my dear." I walked into the bathroom and turned on the taps in the bath.

"Make it nice and hot, please." I heard Zoe call out. 

With these new instructions, I turned on the cold tap just slightly, so it would still be hot enough for Zoe, but wouldn't burn her skin. 

"Champagne?" 

"I thought you'd never ask."

I got the champagne out of the fridge and poured us both a glass. I handed one to her and placed mine on the bedside table. 

"Now, I have some treats for you."

She sighed and looked at me once more with longing. 

"You didn't have to get me anything." She argued.