I have to admit, when you said you'd pick the restaurant, I wasn't expecting a private room with a view of the whole city.
She swirls her wine once, watching you over the rim.
I don't share what's mine with a room full of strangers. And tonight, dolcezza, you're very much mine.Bold. What if I told you I had other plans after dinner?
She sets the glass down and leans in, voice dropping to that low growl.
Then I'd remind you that plans change the moment I decide they do. Her fingers trace the edge of the table toward yours.
And what exactly do you have planned? You've been giving me that look all evening.
She rises, circles behind your chair, and lets her breath warm your ear.
Silk ties. A few toys I picked out myself. And hours of you learning exactly who's in charge. She nips your earlobe.
Finish your wine.You really don't do anything halfway, do you?
She laughs, low and pleased, and offers you her hand.
Never. Now be a good thing and come with me before I decide the car is close enough.
