Twenty Four

“Then show me.”

“I would if you let me take you to dinner.”

I didn't expect that answer from him and he could see the surprise written on my face. I lean back on my seat, arms crossed underneath my chest as I grin.

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“I am.” So blunt, isn't he?

Dominique exhales and leans forward, his fingers slowly running up and down the back of my palm. I want to pull away, but I don’t.

“You could just agree to my offer, a friendly dinner, no strings attached and I’ll show you how much you want me to do things to you. I could see it in your eyes, the need, the desire. You want me, Robyn, you want me to slam you against the wall and let my fingers worship every part of your body, while I whisper dirty things into your ear,” he’s whispering now, voice deep and husky and seductive. “You’re imagining it right now. Me on my knees and your right thigh over my shoulder as I tease your sensitive flesh in between your legs with my fingers and then I’ll use my tongue, tasti