Chapter 6 Dinner, Drinks and a Flirt.
Adrian
“I’ll have two shots of your top-shelf mezcal. And I’ll have what the lady’s drinking,” I tell the waiter without missing a beat. He nods and heads off, leaving the two of us alone with the low hum of restaurant chatter and the soft clink of glasses and slow music around us.
I don’t bother looking at the menu. My eyes are on her. “So, what’s on the menu tonight?” I ask suggestively locking eyes with Selene, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Anything you’d recommend?” My voice drops just slightly, smooth and suggestive, and I can see the flicker of heat in her eyes before she even tries to mask it.
She’s been checking me out too . I’ve caught her gaze lingering more than once—and thank the pope for that, because I want her. Badly. She’s a head-turner, no doubt, but it’s more than that—Selene is smart, sharp, and has a wicked sense of humor that feels like it was custom-designed to match mine. There’s a magnetism between us that I’d be an idiot to ignore.
Before she can answer, I lean back and casually say, “I appreciate you picking me up tonight. Knowing my brother, he probably dropped this on you last-minute, didn’t he? Ruined whatever plans you had going after work.” I raise an eyebrow. “I hope he compensated you generously and threw in his card for good measure?”
I'm digging to see if she was linking up with someone, or dating .
Her smile is affirmation enough. It’s the kind of smile that says you’re not wrong, with just enough amusement to make me chuckle.
"Oh I had plans all right, a bottle of Merlot and Netflix and a book I've been antsing to read she responds ."
“Well then,” I continue, raising my glass in a mock toast, “let’s take him up on his generosity and have ourselves a proper night. No guilt. No clock. Just good drinks and even better company.”
“So you enjoy reading?” I ask, switching gears as I reach for my phone. “I came across something on the plane—couldn’t put it down. I’d love your opinion.” I flash her a smile. “Selene, give me your number. I’ll send you the link.”
She doesn’t hesitate. I like that. The sheet confidence . She rattles off her number without missing a heartbeat and I shoot her a quick text with the link to the book and a little note saying "save my number, who knows you might need it ."
Just as I’m slipping my phone away, my eyes fall on my brother’s car keys sitting between us. I swipe them without warning.
“I’m driving us home tonight, by the way.” I shoot her a grin.
She laughs, and damn, it’s the kind of laugh that vibrates straight through me and goes straight to my cock- again . Warm, rich, a little mischievous. “Oh, is that so?” she teases, clearly amused.
“Don’t get me wrong,” I say, leaning in slightly. “I enjoyed being driven. Gave me a chance to admire the view from up close, and what a view it is." My eyes roam over her-just for a second longer then necessary —but I make sure she notices.
She laughs again, and my heart does a stupid little jump at the sound. What is it about this woman? She has me behaving like a high school kid with his first crush in just a matter of an hour or two. Her confidence is mind blowing, her beauty is magnetic. She commands attention without even trying. I noticed men turning to watch her not only at DIA, but even when we walked in here. Her body language screams "I'm a Goddess, and you will worship me."
The waiter returns with our drinks, placing the glasses carefully in front of us. The mezcal is smooth, earthy, potent. I hand her one and toast. “To unexpected evenings.”
She clinks her glass with mine, and I’m already thinking about what the rest of the night might hold, as I watch her perfect pouty lips take a sip of her drink. My mind wonders on how it would feel to be kissing her, would she be a passive kisser or an active participant? No she isn't the type to lay there and let a man take charge without showing up and saying I'm only allowing you to lead because I'm comfortable. I can't help but wonder what it be like watching those lips close around my hard cock as she stares up at me while I watch her suck me and take me deep into her throat. I clear my throat as I stretch my legs out in an effort to ease the pressure of the semi stiffy I've got idling in my pants. I'm getting blue balls just from sitting across from her.
She isn't even trying to flirt with me like most women would, especially knowing who I am. Most women would be batting their fake eyelashes at me and pretending to be demure.
Selene on the other hand , lets you know if she is interested and doesn't pretend. She looks when she wants and meets your eyes head on, no apologies or embarrassment. I finding her more and more immensely attractive as the evening progresses.
Ive always had a thing, for strong attractive and confident women who know what they want. And Selene is hitting that mental check list and then some.
