Once I had descended the staircase, he took my hand, raised it above my head, and twirled me around.
“You look simply stunning, Melanie.”
I beamed at his compliment and I had to admit, I loved dressing up for him. Knowing he appreciated the time and effort I put into looking good for him only made me want to please him more.
While he was inspecting me, I was beginning to realize that our pre-date routine was also something more because it had almost taken on a form of foreplay. Wearing sexy clothes that he had purchased for me, doing my hair and makeup to perfection, it part of the process, part of the ritual, of being with him.
“You clean up very well yourself, Mr. Moretti.”
His face broke into a big smile.
“I also like that you are adhering to my no-thong rule.”
I could feel my face burn in a red-hot ember of embarrassment. Apparently, my twirl had exposed more of my body than I had intended and it took me a few seconds to compose myself.
“Well, I didn’t have much choice, did I?”
“No…” his word lingered huskily in the air, “you didn’t.”
Fuck. I wanted him so bad my body was aching. His every action exuded power and dominance, and that was so erotic to me.
“We’d better get going before I decide to forgo dinner and find a piece of furniture to bend you over.”
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James’s hand rested firmly on my exposed thigh during the twenty-minute drive to the restaurant. I couldn’t help but gently tease him about the Town Car he had procured instead of our usual limousine. Of course, he shot back with a good-natured but smart ass remark concerning how I was becoming too spoiled. Almost immediately, I thought back to the expensive dinner a couple of weeks prior at the Hard Rock with Gianna and Tim and my quandary concerning the upper-class privilege that James’s wealth as affording me.
“Do you really think I’m becoming spoiled?”
His face broke into a little grin.
“You’re becoming exceptionally spoiled, but that’s the only way I want it.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
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