Love Me Harder (18+ Only)

Adam ~Part 2~

For a few seconds the natural dinner racket at a fancy restaurant with entrees that started at $40, fell silent as I leaned in to brush her hair off her cheek. Her eyes widened and she swatted my hand away.

"What are you doing?" Gwen's surprised tone made me chuckle.

I shrugged. "I just wanted to see your eyes better."

"Ew. That was cheesier than this cheese board we're nomming on." Her fingers immediately brushed her hair forward. "And after that dirty trick you pulled on me, you are not getting what you want, mister."

I leaned forward, my knees knocking under the table. "I'm having dinner with a gorgeous, sexy woman. By all accounts, I am getting what I want." My eyes purposefully gazed at her, traveling from the loosely curled blond hair, her chocolate brown eyes hiding underneath heavy lashes, and the not-so-modest black dress she had on that must've been silently struggling to keep her breasts from popping out. I groaned inwardly. "You are not making this easy for me, lady."

A bubbly giggle escaped her red-stained lips that I craved for more than the over-priced filet mignon on the menu. "The girls are out to play," she shimmied her shoulders a bit and I honestly thought the "girls" were going to jump out of her dress.

"Calm the fuck down. I don't want to get kicked out of the joint."

Expectedly, the place she picked out was posh and even though I wore a Dolce & Gabbana suit I still felt out of place. She looked like she belonged though. As if the fancy silverware, floor to ceiling windows and crystal chandeliers existed just for her.

What the fuck. I need to reign in this crush. It's making me think and feel things I've hidden in a locked chest in a storage container I lost the key to. Maybe I had to fuck her to get it out of my system. And maybe she's not that good in bed— which is highly unlikely. Deep breaths. Don't look at her. Breathe.

The over eager waiter who also couldn't get his eyes off her chest returned to our table. With exaggerated fanfare, Gavin laid our plates in front of us. After he told us to enjoy our meal, he did a little bow and left.

"He forgot to curtsy," I observed, picking up my fork, ready to devour the salmon on my plate. "But he remembered to wink."

"Oh shush. Give him a break. I did overdo it tonight." She cut into a jumbo scallop so perfectly seared Gordon Ramsey would be proud.

Time to take away the focus from her appearance. Surely I could carry a conversation with another grown adult that isn't exclusively about sexual innuendos. "How's work going?"

Her eyes brightened up again. "My boss actually gave me an assignment that doesn't involve lattes or her dry cleaning."

This salmon is perfect, definitely worth the almost $50 price tag. "That's great! What is it about?"

She ran her tongue over her lower lip and said, "It's about Mercer Island. Apparently, it's going to be the setting for a huge Hollywood movie and it'll start shooting soon."

I inhaled sharply. So sharp that a tiny piece of salmon lodged itself in the wrong hole. I don't know what it's called, I just know it's the wrong one because I was suddenly choking.

"Oh my God, are you ok?" In seconds she was standing next to me, one hand patting my back, leaning over me. Tears were forming in my eyes and her boobs looked very blurry. She handed me a glass of water and guided it to my lips. "Here, drink it. Just swallow it down."

I didn't know I was good at directions. The damn salmon finally found the right hole. "Thank you. Damn, I thought I was gonna die right between your boobs."

She laughed. "That has to be one of the best ways to die, though, right?" She sat back down. "You're good?"

"Yeah, I'm good," I lied. I gulped down the rest of the water and let out a sigh. "So... when is your big assignment going to start?"

"It's not that big, just a little blurb. I'm going to spend the weekend there next week. I mean, I will never turn down a free trip." She pointed her fork to her plate. "Or a free meal."

"Next week, huh?"

"I know. I'm getting nervous but with Kevin getting cold, I need to earn a living, you know? I can't afford my lifestyle."

"You do have expensive taste," I remarked.

She laughed. "Well, apparently, so do you. I bet you're like a trust fund baby or something."

"I'm just a hardworking model." I didn't add "by day" to avoid any questions.

"Right. If I had Mommy and Daddy paying my bills, I'd be a model, too." The lightness in her tone dropped. She gazed at me, her eyes looking like deep pools of liquid chocolate. "I'm not judging and I don't mean to be nosy. It's none of my business."

"Thanks. I'm just not big on sharing, you know?" #NotAnOpenBook

"Oh, I know. You still owe me ice cream." How can she make nose wrinkling look cute?

"Well how about we get dessert at my place?"

Her flushed cheeks only made her even more irresistible and I reached across the table to cover her hand with mine. She trembled slightly.

"I don't see any reason why not."

That made one of us. There's definitely something about her that's captivating me. Technically, the job doesn't start until two weeks from now so maybe I'm still in the clear and it's not really lying if I signed a NDA, right?