Indebted

Chapter six

A black sporty Audi was parked in front of my home at quarter to seven. Nickolai was leaning on the bonnet, legs cross arms folded wearing a simple white shirt and black slacks but there wasn't anything simple about him, the sight of him was like running into a lamp post.

I jerk to a halt heaving for air, his dark eyes stood out against his complexion, his hair like salt and pepper. He watched me intently as I walked down the stairs holding the hem of my dress so I wouldn't trip over the fabric.

"You look amazing Emily, I can't wait to see what's beneath" my breath caught at the thought of him seeing me in the nude, this pushed more than a few of my hot buttons.

"Nice car"I murummed clamping down wayward thoughts while he opens the door and I climb in buckling up, staring at his biceps and ass as he moved around the car with easy and slips his svelte frame elegantly besides me buckling up.

The engines purrs nicely rolling down the top with a flicker of a switch, black eyes peas surrounding us.

"This is our song little one" smiling moving away from the curb.

My gaze absorbing the man seated next to me who was even more striking than last night. I have never seen eyes and hair so dark before. His accent sounded posh yet rogue at the same time.

The traffic is light as I lean back enjoying the cool crisp air. Nickolai glances at me from the corner of his eye lingering on my chest and my ridiculously expensive padded bra with nothing underneath.
My breath hitches as he reaches across and places his hand on my knee squeezing gently, my hand clenching the door handle. My breath stopped as a disconcerting pleasure moved through me as he keeps squeezing my thighs.

"I hope you stop defying me Emily, as your future husband and dom I will not tolerate it." The vibration of his voice causes me to ache and tremble all over clenching my thighs tighter.

"I will defy you all I want" shoving away his hand.

"don't do that again" he snapped returning his hand.

My eyes widened drinking him in, I have been around powerful attractive men all my life. My stepfather, José and Jethro but they lack something that Nickolai Carsarro had in abundance.
The ability to make my hair stand on end, everything about him spoke of trickery and guile.

I hated his power over me.

"Are you hungry? Because I am famished" he turns the car into a small parking lot quite skillfully with just one hand.

"I am quite hungry as well" which was the truth, I had not eaten anything expect Jose's delicious cookies.

His mouth quirks up either amused or relieved.

The restaurant is small and intimate with a rustic look. The waitress guided us to a table in the back away from the other patrons. Birds resting in there suspended cages, potted plants filled every corner while instrumental music hum in the background.

I tired not to fidget in the chair, my body unexpectedly heated, the intensity of his gaze searing. I felt his entire focus on me his face impassive.
Straightening my posture I studied the menu. Wow everything here was high priced running my fingers through my wavy black hair. Loose waves falling over my bare shoulders cascading down my back.

"Emily you look quite fantastic."

I was about to answer when a waitress came over to take our drinks order. She turned a rosy tint when she sees Nickolai, her eyes focus on him through long red bangs.