“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” he says pressing his lips to mine. His kiss catches me off guard. But he smells amazing…I hope he says fuck dinner. He steps inside, handing me the flowers and asks, “Do you live here alone?”
“No, I have a roommate.” I put the flowers in a vase.
“Ready?” he asks and I know he means dinner, not to fuck.
I nod my head and follow him outside. Surprisingly, it’s a nice night out. Well, at least it’s not freezing. He grabs my hand and I look down at our intertwined fingers.
My anxiety spikes and I remind him, “Remember, no feelings.”
“I heard you the other day; you don’t need to say it again. I should be the one telling you not to have feelings for me. I’m pretty fucked up.”
“Well, that makes two of us.”
“So I know your rules. But when I’m with you, you’re mine and I’ll do as I please. Don’t worry about me; I’m fine with things just like this. I’m not looking for anything serious.”
I smile, looking into his light eyes as he opens the door to his car and ushers me in. The cool leather touches the backs of my thighs. Bain hops in the driver’s seat and pulls onto the main road without any more words. “Where are we headed?” I ask.
“The city.”
It’s been a while since I’ve been to New York. “Do you live there?” I ask.
“No, I live in Jersey, about fifteen minutes from your work.”
“Do you live alone?” He shakes his head, but doesn’t answer my question. “Roommate?” I ask, hoping to God he’s not married or living with a girlfriend or some crazy shit like that.
“If you consider my parents that, then yes.”
Well, that’s better than I’d thought. “What do you do for a living?”
“Nothing as of now. I was going to try and make a living playing basketball, but I just left school to handle some family stuff.”
“Really?” I question.
“Yeah, but my heart’s not in the game anymore. For now, I need to be with my family; that’s what’s important.”
I wonder what in the world caused him to leave school and a shot at something so big. Maybe one of his parents is sick?
“Let’s not start the night off talking about my problems. So tell me, what’s your favorite food?”
Turning in my seat, I stare at him. “Really, anything.”
“Anything?” he repeats after me.
“Yeah, I eat just about everything, and if I’ve never had it, I’ll try it.”
“Damn, that’s about the best answer you could have given,” he says, loosening his grip on the wheel as we cross over the Brooklyn Bridge.
For the rest of the drive, we keep the conversation light and enjoy some quiet time as well. I’m comfortable with Bain, more comfortable than I have been with anyone in a long time.
After an hour drive, we pull up to the valet at Damikus’ and I’m shocked. I’ve always dreamed of coming here, but never expected someone to bring me on a first date.
“This okay?” he asks.
I nod my head in agreement, spurring him to get out of the car. Walking around, he greets the valet and then helps me out. Entering the all white eatery, it is more beautiful in person than I’d ever imagined. Bain talks to the hostess who seats us right away. The booth is small and private, shaped like a U.
The waiter comes right over and takes our drink order. I order something strong to calm my nerves – I don’t belong in a place like this. Sitting next to Bain, his arms are stretched across the back of the booth, tattoos showing, and he’s got not a care in the world. I can’t help, but drool as he takes one of his hands and runs it through his hair. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to fuck you right here, right now, on this table in front of everyone.”
I didn’t know I was looking at him any specific way, I was just admiring how goddamn sexy he is, but now that he mentions it, my legs are pressed together and my insides are tight. “I’m just admiring the view.”
“Don’t play coy with me. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t be afraid to say it.”
Obeying his command, I lean into his neck and breathe him in, allowing his warmth to absorb into me. Then taking my teeth, I begin to nibble and suck on his rough skin, he tastes so sweet. A light growl erupts from within him and he moves his hand gripping my hip. I hold his thigh and then the waiter clears his throat, interrupting us.
“Your drinks,” he says. Bain scowls at him and I pull away, but Bain stops me, holding me close to him. The waiter can tell that Bain’s pissed and nods his head in apology before walking away.