Theo is an over-the-top bastard and I am currently experiencing the 'champagne life' without the 'cham'.
In other words, Theo is an over-the-top bastard—still—and I'm drowning the horny slut inside me in bubbly champagne because I need to numb the ache between my legs that seems to bloom every time Theo effing Lancaster is involved. It didn't help that I was wearing his jacket and I was quite literally drowning in his scent.
For our second date, Theo decided to take me on Ken's yacht for a barbecue dinner. He has bought a lot of variants of meat that we would grill but all the side dishes were done by a professional chef that he hired for tonight. The chef was introduced to me when we got on board, along with the captain who was Ken's friend.
Their presence was quickly forgotten as they made themselves—almost literally—invisible. We were on the second deck and Theo was enjoying his beer as he flipped the steaks. I, on the other hand, was nursing my champagne bottle and imagining Theo in every sexual position possible. He was making me food and I was paving my way to hell with each dirty thought I had about his gorgeous body.
When he came to pick me up earlier in his silver Bentley, he brought me another gorgeous bouquet of flowers. Today the theme was purple, with Violets and purple Hydrangeas. My heart made a leap out of my chest.
His romantic gestures are going to be the death of me, I swear.
Firstly, I was an understandable nervous wreck. It's been three days since the first date and I still felt his fingers everywhere they've touched me on that fateful Wednesday. I wore the hickeys he gave me like a diamond necklace, didn't hide them with makeup, didn't do any 'home remedies'. I was so psyched about them. I still sported one or two of the faded hickeys he gave me. They weren't too obvious but he could spot them if he paid attention and my dress offered an unhindered view of my neckline and collar since it was an off-the-shoulder dark green velvet dress.
