Chapter 4 ~ Samantha contd
Our bottle arrived and Lachlan swirls the glass, inhales its scent and tastes it before nodding his approval to the sommelier. I often thought the whole thing a little pompous, but somehow he made it all look so natural. We order our dishes and our conversations continued in the same manner as it had begun. Naturally. I told him of my toughest cases and even of Bobby Chace. He listened to me quietly, nodded and even commented giving me a few pointers on the way. By the end of our dinner I realized that I liked this man, there was just something about him that heated up my blood.
I watch him as he goes scrupulously through our bill and once he was satisfied he signed it, pulled out from his wallet a few bills and laid them on the bill. His eyes were on me as he walked towards my side and held out his hand for me to take. Without hesitation I placed my hand in his and stood closely to him. Still keeping his eyes on me, he leans in and places a small soft kiss on my cheek.
“I know a great place we can go dancing even have some more drinks? Are ye still up for it?” He said as we walked out of the restaurant. He stopped us from walking and stood to one side of the entrance. His eyes were truly memorizing. It did not take me much convincing and I simply leaned into him and placing my lips near his ear I whispered my consent. When I leaned back I saw his eyes were hooded with desire. A kind of desire I hoped he was able to see in mine.
“Maybe you would like to change out of your suit and tie?” I slightly pulled his tie loose. He smiled wickedly. He is even more enticing when he smiles.
“Shall we say in 30 minutes at the reception? It will give ye enough time to freshen up as well, nae that ye need it.”
Agreeing, he walked to his room I walked up to mine. Quickly I changed into something more appealing and more disco appropriate. When I arrived at the appointed time he was already there waiting for me. He wore a pair of black tightly fitted jeans – they accentuated every curve of his much toned thighs. His pristine white shirt beneath his black leather jacket was the perfect final touch to his evening wear. When he saw me he smiled and held out his hand that I willingly took in mine. He complemented my own attire. I had decided to wear a short black leather skirt with a bottle green backless blouse and 5 inch black heals. I had let my hair loose for the occasion. Though it was the beginning of the winter season I did not take a coat. I imagined that wherever we were going there would be enough heating and the time I would be out in the cold would be minimum.
“I quite like the way yer skirt reveals yer white silky white legs.” He whispered into my ear as he slid next to me in the back seat of his chauffeured car. His eyes raked over my legs and his hand slowly followed his eyes. My heart was beating faster. When his eyes rested in mine his hand laid on my thigh. His eyes moved slightly to my lips and unconsciously I slid my tongue over them. My breath was short and my nether regions quivered with anticipation. For the first time in my adult life I was nervous and I wanted an evening to end before it began. I could not wait to find myself alone with this man behind closed doors.
We stared at each other for some time and neither one of us made a move. Then my phone rang again and for once I just let it ring. I know what I want and don’t want and this moment I wanted to pull down my black lace shorty, pull up my skirt over my thighs and startle his lap. Feeling him deep inside, thickening, and twitching as I ride him, but that had to wait for another time. As much as I liked to be risky I believed for our first time the back seat of the car was not the right place. What am I 15 years old?
When we arrived at our destination he slid out of the car and held out his hand for me to take. He entwined his fingers with mine as he led me quickly up to the head of the line of at least 50 people waiting to get in to the club. Upon seeing him the bouncer shook his hand and quickly let us through before everyone else. As we walked through the club several men greeted him with a firm handshake or a nod of their heads. The women eyed him with desire and me with envy. It was thrilling and I was enjoying it very much.
We came up to the VIP section of the club and the hostess greeted Lachlan with a kiss on the cheek. I arched a brow as I watched this fake redhead bimbo feel up my…my what…date? Yeah my date. Who does that? Lachlan looked back at me and I politely smiled.
“Ye wear jealousy quite well Samantha.” He slid a hand over my back to rest on my ass. I would have found his gesture extremely accelerating if it was not for the bit of anger rising inside me. I slid in the booth placing my phone on the table and Lachlan followed next to me.
“I hope ye do not mind that I went and ordered for us the same whiskey we have been having since the beginning of the evening.”
“No, actually that’s perfect thank you.” I crossed my legs and faced him. “So how is it that the staff knows you so well?” I tried to keep my jealous monster from being detected on my voice. Usually I’m not a jealous person, but I just don’t like it when a woman feels up the guy I’m with, whether I’m dating him or not.
“I own the club.”
“Of course, I should’ve known. One of many I presume?” He nodded. “Why did you chose this one in particular?”
With a sly smile he answered, “I bought this one this week. It is in a great location and the price was right. Now I have been placing my usual staff to help get things settled and I wanted to see how things were going. We can go elsewhere if ye want.”
“No, not at all. This is perfect. I hope the music will pick up a bit. I am in a mood for some dancing. I need to let off some steam.”
He placed his arm over my shoulder and his thumb began to caress the back of my neck sending shivers all over my body. “Is dancing the only way ye let out steam?”
Deliberately not looking at him, I said, “There are others, but the ones I like the most usually need a partner.”
“Oh?” He leaned further in.
“Yeah.” I kept my eyes on his with a wicked smile. “Kickboxing.” My phone’s screen lit up and quickly checking the caller I declined the call. I wanted to pick just once and scream at my caller, but if I did I knew it would ruin our night. The best course of action was to decline the calls. I liked that he has not asked about my persistent caller.
He laughed a deep intoxicating laugh. After some moments he said, “Ye are a minx, Dr. Thornsdale.”
Our bottle of whiskey was brought to the table and I watched closely as the redhead pour out our drinks, especially Lachlan’s. He kept caressing my neck softly truly unaware of her gestures. Giving him long looks.
Once she left Lachlan leaned in to me and whispered into my ear, “Grace is my sister’s girlfriend so there really is nae need to be jealous, but I find it very flattering.”
And before I answered he leaned even closer and pressed his lips behind my ear. I shivered and closed my eyes. His hand reached out and cupped my face while the other one kept caressing me. I sighed. Oh God, right there, please don’t stop that feels too good. I kept repeating in my head. One of my hands joined the one cupping my face as the other one felt up his thigh.