“What the hell is up with his mustache? Does he realize he looks like a cross between 80s Tom Selleck and a 70s porn star?”
I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from spitting food everywhere. Once I’d gotten my laughter under control, I nodded and took a sip of water.
“That may be the best description I’ve ever heard in my life. Well played, Brielle Laurent.”
“These?” she said, lifting the rest of the small elk slider sandwich. “Are freaking amazing.”
“They really are. I get them any time I come here.”
“What’s your guilty pleasure?” Elle said.
“Excuse me?”
Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Not that kind of pleasure. I meant food. What’s something you like to eat that you really shouldn’t? With your shirt off, it looks like the worst thing you eat is celery with a dab of peanut butter. But that’s the shifter metabolism. I know you,” she said, pointing a finger at me and narrowing her eyes like a movie detective. “I’ve seen the way you are when you see something you want. You’re ravenous.”
A mental image of me devouring her pussy flashed across my mind, and my cock twitched.
“Let me think,” I said, dipping a cracker into the crab dip. “I guess it would either be mint chocolate chip ice cream or those little peppermint-and-chocolate patties.”
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I knew you weren’t perfect. Eww. You might as well eat toothpaste from the tube.”
“Hey, now. That stuff tastes nothing like toothpaste. It’s amazing.”
“Your breath will be amazing, other than that? Puke. No way.”
“Well, what’s yours? Come on. Spit it out,” I said. “What’s something you eat that you shouldn’t?”
“Hmm, I guess you’ll have to wait and see. If you play your cards right, anyway.”
We stared at each other across the table, that intense connection crackling between us as we sat in silence, both of us probably thinking about what we’d done to each other a few hours before. Before either of us could respond, the server returned with the entrees, clearing the appetizers and placing the sizzling steaks down in front of us.
“Holy crap,” Elle said, eyeing the massive steak.
“Can I get you all anything else?” the server asked.
“Another bottle of wine,” I said. “Other than that, we’re good.”
“On the way,” he said.
Elle glanced over at my plate, her eyes growing even wider.
“That’s not a steak. That’s an entire cow,” she said, watching as I cut my first bite.
I pointed at her own plate. “Dig in before it gets cold.”
Our conversations bounced around from movies, to music, then to local politics, pack drama-even amusement parks we’d visited. The whole time, I was amazed at how easy it was to talk to her. Comfortable and smooth. She never treated me like I was a prince, or special in any way, and I found that an incredible breath of fresh air. Each time I’d been with a woman before, things were always strangely tense. Shifter women acted in deference to me, almost like subordinates, and I didn’t care for that. As for the humans, they knew me as the heir to a multimillion-dollar business, so there was always a hint of fear with those women. They were scared I’d brush them off if I got bored or found something better. None of them could ever let go and be themselves. None but Elle. Was I falling for this woman? I thought I might be.
“It appears you enjoyed the steaks,” our server said when he came to take away our plates.
“This was amazing,” Elle said.
“Are we still thinking of dessert?” he asked.
“Bring us the chocolate and hazelnut pie and the tiramisu. We’ll share,” I said.
When he left, Elle rubbed her stomach. “I don’t think I can hold any more.”
“There’s always room for dessert.”
“I don’t know about that.”
When the dessert came out, I was proven right. We tore into the sweet dishes, and within five minutes, there was nothing left but smears of cream and a few crumbs.
“Okay, seriously,” Elle said, leaning back in her chair. “No more. I’m gonna hurl.”
“Would you like to head back to the mansion?” I asked, my voice low as I swept my eyes across her body and up to her face.
The way she leaned back like that, her shirt stretching across her breasts, made my heart thunder. I wanted to taste her again. Wanted to feel her again.
Her eyes narrowed, and a playful grin spread across her lips. “And why would I ever want to do that? Do you have something special planned for me?”
“I have a few things in mind,” I said. “Maybe a second dessert. One that’s a bit more… interesting.”
Eyes still locked on mine, Elle ran her tongue along her lower lip, and my breath caught in my chest. I wanted that tongue on my cock.
“That sounds intriguing,” she whispered. “How soon can we get back?”
Without even looking, I dragged my wallet out, pulled out a wad of bills, and tossed it down. I didn’t bother counting. The server would end up with an extremely generous tip, but I had places to go and things to do.
“Let’s go.”
We were like two giddy teenagers as we hurried down the street to the office building. By the time we’d gotten up to the roof, the sexual energy between us sizzled like the steaks had an hour before. Elle reached for me, running her hands down my chest, my back, and squeezing my biceps. I gripped her ass, her waist, then ran my hands through her hair.
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